To: Ricehead
From: Croissant Motherfucker
Roses are dead,
Mousetraps and pudding.
I think feel like it was yesterday when we met. You were a dick. You’re still a dick, but you’re my dick. Not in a literal way. You are just a dick. Anyone can be a dick, but you’re a special kind of dick. You’re my friend. My dick. My dicky friend. I wouldn’t trade you for another dick, because you’re a unique dick.
I’m drinking from a juice box as I write this.
I hope you like your present.
P.S. Rufus misses you.
— Your Boothang ♥
When the world collapsed around me, you became my saviour.
The guiding force that pulled me from the arms of death. You are my teacher, my love, my everything.
– Your Marionette
Happy Valentine’s Day Hathian!
