I could write a book on my love for Jonathan Groff. And if you follow my blog, you know this already. Therefore, this belated Broadway Week swoonsday will be kept simple. My sister and I have decided he'd make the best gay-boyfriend ever: he probably gives really good forehead kisses, and would make you waffles for breakfast--with butter AND syrup...
[this might have hit the unhealthy point. whatever. love him.]
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I think I'm ready to start stalking him.
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