dear izarella carter grande,
i don't think i have ever called you izzy, and i don't think i ever will. you will simply always be vajayjay to me. i'm really sorry that i just started following you today, but i swear to god i obviously thought i was following you. you're one of my bestest friends so i wouldn't not follow you. thank you for listening to my ranting today, even though it was all a bit much. thank you for saying the things i didn't want to hear but needed to anyway. you're usually a whole lot of just silly fun, but today i was reminded exactly why i keep you around: you're a great friend. i love you so much, baby, and i ship you and ashton so hard because i know that he makes you happy and that makes me happy.
love,
wilhelmina marjorie hill
p.s. i wonder whatever happened to shailene our dog
p.s.s. i'll always be your pussymouse, too, babes
[ media: us being hella cute and or nah by the weekend because it just screams vajayjay to me ]
