When I was little, my fairy godmother asked me if I wanted a big Johnson, or a good memory. I forgot what I answered. Facebook Tweet Favorite +
Are your feet tired? Because you’ve been shambling and lurching through my mind all day. Facebook Tweet Favorite +
If I said you had a beautiful body, would you hold it against me and then let me eat it? Facebook Tweet Favorite +
I’m a mortition and work with corpses all day, but you’re the right kind of dead for me Facebook Tweet Favorite +
Did it hurt when you fell from Heaven? Or when you landed on that sharp stick? You should probably take that out, you know. Facebook Tweet Favorite +
Hey. You look kinda cute with those twisted legs, torn off jaw and eye dangling on your cheek Facebook Tweet Favorite +
It might just be that I’ve been locked up in a prison for years, but you’re the most beautiful living person I’ve seen in a long time! Facebook Tweet Favorite +