Guys, I’m not answering /1/ question.
That seems a bit… out of touch and lame!
[[ expect me more. ]]
So, you all know the drill by now, right?
I’m going to say two words, and you should all know what’s going to happen when I do.
Here goes…
ask open.
james-p-sullivan asked: Write me a number 3?
I hate you.
Love, Hussie.
parcelmistress asked: 2 please
My dear, precious lips.
Why have you parted ways with me so soon? Doth our love not sweep you over the oceans of pleasure that it sweeps me? How I long to have you back, to reach into your confines and brush teeth I know that I should have, to press gentle kisses to the picture of Ryan North in my room, and to vigorously apply lipstick to you when I’m in rage.
I love you, my lips. So very much. I wish to touch your again, to put chapstick on you, and to smile with you! As without you, I can not.
No, really, I’m serious.
I can’t smile because you’re gone.
Literally.
I don’t have a mouth.
Love, Hussie.
Leave a number and I'll write you a (IC) letter by hand
1: Normal Letter2: Love Letter
3: Hate Letter
4: Encouragement Letter
5: Farewell Letter
babybeeth started following you
I’ll give you candy~
Then we can go back to Olive Garden and play with that Ryan North kid that you like so much.
He stole my lips, I don’t trust him.
(Source: littlehussie)
babybeeth started following you
Did I just step on something?
Hussie why would you do that!
You’re grounded mister!
YOU’RE NOT MY REAL WOLFHEAD!
GET BACK HERE MISTER I AM NOT DONE WITH YOU!
YOU GO AND APOLOGIZE TO THAT BUG THINGY RIGHT NOW.
LALALALALALALAALALALA
I CAN’T HEAR YOU OVER YOUR OBNOXIOUS SMASHING OF MY FOURTH WALL.
babybeeth started following you
Did I just step on something?
Hussie why would you do that!
You’re grounded mister!
YOU’RE NOT MY REAL WOLFHEAD!
