It felt like kind of a big deal when indie soft-rocker Justin Vernon (Bon Iver) won a Grammy Award. But that's nothing compared to his status as the world's unlikeliest sex symbol.
I mean, have you ever fantasized about Justin Vernon?
Perhaps you've envisioned yourself in a romantic scenario with him, or maybe even a steamy setting. The good news is that you're not alone. In fact, there's a whole blog for these specific dreams.
Most of them aren't very erotic, but they're amusing and are good for a few laughs nonetheless.
More on what's awesome about this week's Tumblr of the week after the jump...
|I finally talked Bon Iver into letting me cut his hair. It falls to the old wood floor, downy and silent, and I can see his eyes again, reflecting mine.|
To give you the gist of the way things work on this blog, Vernon/Bon Iver
fans post their deepest, darkest, dorkiest hopes, and they typically go something like this: "The staccato of his Remington portable typewriter wakes me. But later, his hands are slow and gentle."
Raunchier entries include material along the lines of "Bon Iver is treating my bee sting with a home remedy. (Hint: kisses)."
Other entries have indie chicks obsessing over Justin's connection with nature and whatnot. One fantasy
has Vernon clutching soil, needing to feel "close to the earth," while another
has him raising chickens and yet another
features Justin pressing his ear to a tree trunk. How much of a tree hugger is he really, though?
Talk about getting sappy. Pathetic? Yes. Hilarious? You bet.