been drunk every morning this week i hope you guys have missed me i’m not back i need to get money because i’ve spent too much on vodka i fucking suck ass i have love in my heart. maria i love you do you guys love me i’m gonna have to drink tomorrow morning to not regret posting us this
hi hi if it’s okay could i please request a semi-romantic letter from tiffany valentine (bride of chucky) thank you sm have a fabulicious day :3
**The fact is that love hurts sometimes 💔 The heart wants what it wants, and despite whatever circumstance would make love in this case difficult, Mama didn't raise no quitter. Your letter arrives with the posthound who seems to have some lipstick stains around his nose. And with a "WOOF!" and a tail wag he announces your delivery!**
Hey, gorgeous,
So I tried not to think about you. Really tried. I distracted myself. I reorganized my purse. I sharpened a few things. I told myself, Tiffany, be normal for once.
Didn’t work. Shock of the century.
You’ve got this effect on me that’s honestly unfair. You smile at me like you know exactly what you’re doing, and suddenly I’m pacing, laughing to myself, wondering how someone like you managed to crawl straight into my head and redecorate. No warning. No permission. Very rude.
I flirt with everyone, sure. That’s my thing. But with you? It’s a little different. It’s reckless. You made my little black heart stir, that's a special talent, baby. You don’t scare easy, and I love that. Makes me want to misbehave.
I know I’m a lot. All of this? Not everyone can handle it~ I talk fast, I get intense, and sometimes my idea of affection looks suspiciously like trouble. But I'm a girl who wears my heart on my sleeve, and it’s because I want you. As mine. As someone I choose to keep close.
You make me want to show off. You make me want to behave just long enough to surprise you. Sometimes I find myself thinking that maybe I don’t have to burn everything down to feel alive… though I’m not making any promises.
So here’s the deal, sweetheart:
If you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to keep flirting like I mean it. If you keep stepping closer, I’m absolutely not stepping back. And if you ever decide you want more trouble than you can handle?