You beautiful roll of dough, cinnamon, sugar, brown sugar, butter, and icing. You are more beautiful than I could ever even begin to express. The way you smell makes my mouth water a metric fuck ton of drool just waiting for a taste of you on my lips. My only issue with you is that I take one bite and suddenly I black out and then you are gone, and I don’t know what happened. You’re beautiful to me, even if you got some rolls going on.
Lovingly Yours,
Me
You weirdly abstract idea of love, lust and obsession, you have suddenly taken over my brain and are making me happy. Stop it. I know you won’t last, but this whole having my heart constantly in my throat and my eyes shining with that new crush look is making me sick to my stomach. I see fireworks… FIREWORKS. Actually a more appropriate metaphor would be a grenade filled with sparkly confetti. Violent image, I know, but that’s what you are. This is so most definitely conflicting with my whole being bad ass. Your way of creeping into every nook and cranny of my emotional well being these last two weeks is beginning to get out of control. But I guess you’re better than being lonely.
Comically Conflicted,
Me
PS. But he is seriously such a sweetheart. <3
You have stolen my heart. Your history, culture, arts, and language have taken over my life in a very non-fascist way. Many people ask why I study you, why I love you so much and the answer simply is… you fascinate me. To those people who ask me that question, I ask right back “Why do you like standing on a board and going down a mountain?” ”Why do you like taking numbers and making them into different numbers?” To my dear followers, follow your interests, even if it really is underwater basket weaving. If there is a passion for it, as I love my dear sweet Deutschland then you will find a way to make ends meet. Germany, you’re a beautiful country full of fantastic adventures, I can’t wait to move into you.
Forever Yours,
Me
PS. Your beer and schnitzel sealed the deal!
