An open letter to Nick Cave

Dear Mr. Cave,

What the SHIT is up with the goddamn mustache? For real, man. Did you lose a fucking bet or something?
I seriously adore your new band and you're still a god among men, but your facial hair is really starting to freak me out.

Please make it go away.

Love,
tara

P.S.
My deepest condolences on the death of your hairline. I blame all that Aquanet when you were in The Boys Next Door and The Birthday Party.

An open letter to Gerard Way

Dear Mr. Way,

If it's possible for me to still desire rockstar makeouts with you after seeing a photo of you holding a baby, then you've got to be some kind of fucking demi-god.



Dang, boy. PHWOAR.

Love,
tara

P.S.
Could you keep this on the DL?
I don't want to upset Nick Cave.