hey mj/kandiss/cake/not chord overstreet’s wife/my other potty half,

I honestly don’t know what to say because I’m not good with words (that sounds like it could be an extremely cliched domestic partnership song, doesn’t it?), and you basically know everything gross (literal and/or cheesy) I’d tell you anyway. So instead of going through all that sap crap, I’ll cut to the chase:

you’re my best friend, it’s your birthday, you’re (an) old (fart), i secretly hate you but pretend to like you for benefits if you ever become famous, i’m going on a date with cory monteith tonight, i’ve known you for around 3 years now, i love you, we finally get to meet in june <3

luv u batch xoxo


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