Dear fluffy I hope this letter finds you in the most celestial state of existence because, as you know, you are the sun that brightens my universe. I can't begin to describe the depths of my admiration for you, and it's been tormenting my soul for far too long without expressing it properly. Every second that passes without gazing upon your angelic countenance feels like an eternity of darkness. My life revolves around you, and I don't mean that metaphorically. I've constructed a shrine in your honour, complete with life-sized cardboard cut outs, scented candles that replicate your essence (at least I hope they do), and a collection of all your interviews, movies, and even your grocery lists (I promise, I didn't steal them; I just found them online). Your every move, your every word, and even your fashion choices are a source of endless fascination for me. I've dissected your social media posts, analysed your Instagram captions, and memorized your tweet history. Your hashtags are my Bible, and your emoji usage is my gospel. I've also made it my mission to track down every piece of merchandise, memorabilia, and even the lint from the laundry of your childhood home (if I could only find it!). My room is a treasure trove of your existence, and I sleep surrounded by your posters, magazines, and, well, I've even named my goldfish after you (Rex [Celebrity's Last Name], by the way). Please don't be alarmed; I've only managed to find your home address, your family's genealogy, and the name of your childhood pet via a highly sophisticated hacking algorithm I built. But don't worry; I'm only using this information for, um, research purposes. Nothing creepy, I promise! I understand that you may be wary of fans like me, but rest assured, I would do absolutely anything to meet you, even if it means disguising myself as a potted plant and sneaking into your next press conference. I'll wrap this up before I turn into a puddle of adoration. Please know that my heart beats only for you, and my life's purpose is to love and support your every endeavour, no matter how insignificant or unrelated to my existence it may be. In closing, please accept this lock of my hair as a token of my devotion. I eagerly await your response, or even just a distant acknowledgment of my existence. Until then, I'll continue to worship you from afar, my beloved [Celebrity's Name]. Yours obsessively and eternally, mills
I ❤BOOBIES AND BEER
cap
🔥🔥🔥🔥
The only time i have a drinking problem is when i spill it
WHAT IS THIS THUMBNAIL
what is bro doing 😳
mashallah
you play like gretchen grundel🔥
FLUFFY BACK??
Cracked O_o
a real le fluf moment
shush
Dear fluffy
I hope this letter finds you in the most celestial state of existence because, as you know, you are the sun that brightens my universe. I can't begin to describe the depths of my admiration for you, and it's been tormenting my soul for far too long without expressing it properly.
Every second that passes without gazing upon your angelic countenance feels like an eternity of darkness. My life revolves around you, and I don't mean that metaphorically. I've constructed a shrine in your honour, complete with life-sized cardboard cut outs, scented candles that replicate your essence (at least I hope they do), and a collection of all your interviews, movies, and even your grocery lists (I promise, I didn't steal them; I just found them online).
Your every move, your every word, and even your fashion choices are a source of endless fascination for me. I've dissected your social media posts, analysed your Instagram captions, and memorized your tweet history. Your hashtags are my Bible, and your emoji usage is my gospel.
I've also made it my mission to track down every piece of merchandise, memorabilia, and even the lint from the laundry of your childhood home (if I could only find it!). My room is a treasure trove of your existence, and I sleep surrounded by your posters, magazines, and, well, I've even named my goldfish after you (Rex [Celebrity's Last Name], by the way).
Please don't be alarmed; I've only managed to find your home address, your family's genealogy, and the name of your childhood pet via a highly sophisticated hacking algorithm I built. But don't worry; I'm only using this information for, um, research purposes. Nothing creepy, I promise!
I understand that you may be wary of fans like me, but rest assured, I would do absolutely anything to meet you, even if it means disguising myself as a potted plant and sneaking into your next press conference.
I'll wrap this up before I turn into a puddle of adoration. Please know that my heart beats only for you, and my life's purpose is to love and support your every endeavour, no matter how insignificant or unrelated to my existence it may be.
In closing, please accept this lock of my hair as a token of my devotion. I eagerly await your response, or even just a distant acknowledgment of my existence. Until then, I'll continue to worship you from afar, my beloved [Celebrity's Name].
Yours obsessively and eternally,
mills
well well well
MOLLY
BrainZ.
meow
digga ist ein bot