Dear Litster...
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Dear Litster,
Your HAWT!
Your HAWT!
asian_princess
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Dear Litster.
I knew you would come.
I don’t know how. I just knew. Even though you’ve moved beyond this Cyber-lit world, I knew you’d hear me call.
And you came.
Thank you.
You understand things that others don’t, because you knew him.
And you understand things others don’t because… you’re who you are.
And that’s why, we spoke of you. Even on that very last day… we spoke of you.
Thank you.
My Sparklegirl.
Go now… the cow are moo-ing.
*huggles, squeezing you until confetti spills out and covers the world in the magical colors of you*
====Dear Litster.
Get out the scales, it’s time for some balance.
*giggles*
*wriggles* I’m serious, stop giving me wedgies. Pulling me up by my (imaginary) panties and making me listen to your wise, wise words.
Thank you. For being there…from the beginning.
From the moment you found out about us… and all the days in between.
For your empathy when I told you I’m not ready to let go.
For not yelling at me when I called him stupid, but understood where I was coming from (he really is stupid though. No, really. This last thing. Stupid…!).
And for the rambles and prattling… to distract me from my …whatever you cliché word for pain you want to call it.
What would I do without you and your links to holy-cow-i-would-kill-for-those boots. Retail heart therapy. The Government should really look into subsidizing that… it’s gotta have an advantage over substance abuse…which is just so ugly. This way, the economy gets a boost…and I get those… boots.
Prattling aside.
I love you. Most.
I win.
Thank you my radiant one.
Oh, and while we’re on the whole you being brilliant and radiant and hot and you know…just you - leave a little something for the rest of us, huh?!
Dear Litster…(and her Mr Litster…)(proud new parents of a snortin’ 29 yr old)
*shakes fist*
How dare you give me hope?!
How rude.
It seriously cuts into my “oh woe is me” wallow time.
Sheesh. Some people…gotta be so wonderful and giving and sharing and supportive and just god damn…can’t live with them!
*smiles*
Thank you. Kaybutt…and for offering to do that thing…just to save me from having to be alone.
For knowing what I need. Even when I don’t. When it’s time to vent and when it’s time for a reality check.
Your heart knows no bounds.
I am blessed for you.
(Please forward message telepathically to Mr Litster…I know how his inbox can get cluttered with spam)
Dear Lister.
Pickle fucking ass money, indeed.
“Sock fucker” too good for this particular situation?! *grins* Or are we saving that for the European asshole subset of our past?
Enough said.
I love you, V.
Give me a little time and i’ll back into the docs and pink tutu with you and we’re hitting those French bars again.
Your loyalty astounds…and humbles me.
You keep smiling. And sending me those youtube links. At least that way I have something to blame for keeping me up at night.
Dear Litster,
As per your request, I am sending the;
1) Address
2) Steel toe caps and
3) Name of a lawyer (OJ Simpson’s ok with you?!)
… as we speak.
I do however advise that you just attach the steel toe caps to the end of a baseball bat and go out swinging that way instead. I wouldn’t want you to pull a muscle.
*hugs* thank you. For looking in and saying…what you say.
Have we been here before? It feels a little familiar. Or it could just be that it’s Halloween and you know how we; you, me and Hugo, your twin bro pumpkin head, get excited during this time.
On the medieval torture front. Things are… in the process of processing.
Though right now, can’t really tell the difference between when the torture starts and stops.
*pause*
Ok. Enough of you making me be human now.
*pokes you* stop doing that. We talked about this once before.
See you at the place you only go to 3 times a year.
I knew you would come.
I don’t know how. I just knew. Even though you’ve moved beyond this Cyber-lit world, I knew you’d hear me call.
And you came.
Thank you.
You understand things that others don’t, because you knew him.
And you understand things others don’t because… you’re who you are.
And that’s why, we spoke of you. Even on that very last day… we spoke of you.
Thank you.
My Sparklegirl.
Go now… the cow are moo-ing.
*huggles, squeezing you until confetti spills out and covers the world in the magical colors of you*
====
Get out the scales, it’s time for some balance.
*giggles*
*wriggles* I’m serious, stop giving me wedgies. Pulling me up by my (imaginary) panties and making me listen to your wise, wise words.
Thank you. For being there…from the beginning.
From the moment you found out about us… and all the days in between.
For your empathy when I told you I’m not ready to let go.
For not yelling at me when I called him stupid, but understood where I was coming from (he really is stupid though. No, really. This last thing. Stupid…!).
And for the rambles and prattling… to distract me from my …whatever you cliché word for pain you want to call it.
What would I do without you and your links to holy-cow-i-would-kill-for-those boots. Retail heart therapy. The Government should really look into subsidizing that… it’s gotta have an advantage over substance abuse…which is just so ugly. This way, the economy gets a boost…and I get those… boots.
Prattling aside.
I love you. Most.
I win.
Thank you my radiant one.
Oh, and while we’re on the whole you being brilliant and radiant and hot and you know…just you - leave a little something for the rest of us, huh?!
=====
Dear Litster…(and her Mr Litster…)(proud new parents of a snortin’ 29 yr old)
*shakes fist*
How dare you give me hope?!
How rude.
It seriously cuts into my “oh woe is me” wallow time.
Sheesh. Some people…gotta be so wonderful and giving and sharing and supportive and just god damn…can’t live with them!
*smiles*
Thank you. Kaybutt…and for offering to do that thing…just to save me from having to be alone.
For knowing what I need. Even when I don’t. When it’s time to vent and when it’s time for a reality check.
Your heart knows no bounds.
I am blessed for you.
(Please forward message telepathically to Mr Litster…I know how his inbox can get cluttered with spam)
=====
Dear Lister.
Pickle fucking ass money, indeed.
“Sock fucker” too good for this particular situation?! *grins* Or are we saving that for the European asshole subset of our past?
Enough said.
I love you, V.
Give me a little time and i’ll back into the docs and pink tutu with you and we’re hitting those French bars again.
Your loyalty astounds…and humbles me.
You keep smiling. And sending me those youtube links. At least that way I have something to blame for keeping me up at night.
====
Dear Litster,
As per your request, I am sending the;
1) Address
2) Steel toe caps and
3) Name of a lawyer (OJ Simpson’s ok with you?!)
… as we speak.
I do however advise that you just attach the steel toe caps to the end of a baseball bat and go out swinging that way instead. I wouldn’t want you to pull a muscle.
*hugs* thank you. For looking in and saying…what you say.
Have we been here before? It feels a little familiar. Or it could just be that it’s Halloween and you know how we; you, me and Hugo, your twin bro pumpkin head, get excited during this time.
On the medieval torture front. Things are… in the process of processing.
Though right now, can’t really tell the difference between when the torture starts and stops.
*pause*
Ok. Enough of you making me be human now.
*pokes you* stop doing that. We talked about this once before.
See you at the place you only go to 3 times a year.
asian_princess
Car-ma Sutra Test Dummy.
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Dear Litster,
*giggles*
Shit. Stop making me laugh, would ya? I’m trying to be serious.
Mwahaha. Stop it!
Don’t MAKE me play the TPBM game again…
*snorts* dammit. That’s it… you asked for it.
TPBM… seriously needs to pull my two by four outta wherever she’s hidden it, so I can whack her with it, so I can get this serious stuff outta the way so we can go back to being our silly selves.
TPBM… needs to know, what she’s done for me…not just these last few days, but since she popped up, infuriatingly on my radar but as that…*waves hand* other bear’s friend.
TPBM… has no idea how jealous I was.. and plotted to someday, somehow… have HER on MY IM list.
TPBM… gives me unconditional understanding and loyalty.
TPBM… has no idea what she gives…when she honors me with her friendship.
TPBM…has no idea how amazing I think she is.
TPBM…better not have just growled and snarled when I said that.
TPBM…has no idea that what she is doing for me, is one of those once in a lifetime things, that will give me the daily reminder of how someone can touch you.
TPBM…will know her self worth if I have to shove it down her throat with a funnel and a dip stick (don’t be pervy)
TPBM…stop blushing.
TPBM…I loves you.
TPBM...can put the 2 x 4 back now. Just please do it in the privacy of TPBM’s own room. I’m being anti-pervy…this lifetime.
I love you, TPBM.
Now be gone. I can hear weird noises. It might be someone breaking in but I can’t tell if it’s just my own weird ass snoring noises or not.
====
Dear Litster (blood red...)
I don’t know I want to say to you.
That I haven’t said in those PMs that are too much for the Lit bandwidth to handle *giggles*
Just this...simply and sincerely and from the deepest, darkest, most hidden place in my heart, that somehow you have access to.
Thank you.
For these recent times.
You are the light in my day.
And the darkness.
And I thank you bringing beauty to both.
And for this…for making me smile.
You know, there is no such place… than the sanctuary you give me.
====
Dear Litster,
*peeks out the window* aw look, Sunshine is here again.
*sniffles*
That whole leaving thing was kinda mean of you. It made us have to get even closer and everything.
What to say to you… what to say.
Well, firstly, if I did want to say anything, it’d have to be in the form of text…since, woman, they should really do tests on your ability to hold your breath for 3 hours straight so you don’t need to take a break in talking. *giggles*
I love you.
We’ve already said all there is to say. You know how I feel. The truth is, we really don’t even need to say anything at all. That’s why we are who we are…our freaky twilight zone music and songs posting and all.
But it’s so important that you know… I…so beyond love you.
Time and time and time again… you pick me up, from some sprawled out, sobbing, life is over mess. And give me all until, I can get up on my own two feet again.
Thank you for that.
And everything else.
The laughter when we’re just sitting there thinking…how the holy FUCK did we get ourselves into these positions (I don’t mean the Kama sutra ones…I know how we get into those, we’re damn flexible, that’s how)... again, and again, and again *laughs*
How many times have we said this…”what a pair we are”?!
May we never change.
May we continue to be brave…despite where we are now… and may I always give you reason to be proud of me, for having the sheer audacity to be me, despite it all… as I am proud of you, my Beautiful One.
*makes a toast to you with our pint glasses full of Voddie*
To you, K…Your friendship defines me.
*giggles*
Shit. Stop making me laugh, would ya? I’m trying to be serious.
Mwahaha. Stop it!
Don’t MAKE me play the TPBM game again…
*snorts* dammit. That’s it… you asked for it.
TPBM… seriously needs to pull my two by four outta wherever she’s hidden it, so I can whack her with it, so I can get this serious stuff outta the way so we can go back to being our silly selves.
TPBM… needs to know, what she’s done for me…not just these last few days, but since she popped up, infuriatingly on my radar but as that…*waves hand* other bear’s friend.
TPBM… has no idea how jealous I was.. and plotted to someday, somehow… have HER on MY IM list.
TPBM… gives me unconditional understanding and loyalty.
TPBM… has no idea what she gives…when she honors me with her friendship.
TPBM…has no idea how amazing I think she is.
TPBM…better not have just growled and snarled when I said that.
TPBM…has no idea that what she is doing for me, is one of those once in a lifetime things, that will give me the daily reminder of how someone can touch you.
TPBM…will know her self worth if I have to shove it down her throat with a funnel and a dip stick (don’t be pervy)
TPBM…stop blushing.
TPBM…I loves you.
TPBM...can put the 2 x 4 back now. Just please do it in the privacy of TPBM’s own room. I’m being anti-pervy…this lifetime.
I love you, TPBM.
Now be gone. I can hear weird noises. It might be someone breaking in but I can’t tell if it’s just my own weird ass snoring noises or not.
====
Dear Litster (blood red...)
I don’t know I want to say to you.
That I haven’t said in those PMs that are too much for the Lit bandwidth to handle *giggles*
Just this...simply and sincerely and from the deepest, darkest, most hidden place in my heart, that somehow you have access to.
Thank you.
For these recent times.
You are the light in my day.
And the darkness.
And I thank you bringing beauty to both.
And for this…for making me smile.
You know, there is no such place… than the sanctuary you give me.
====
Dear Litster,
*peeks out the window* aw look, Sunshine is here again.
*sniffles*
That whole leaving thing was kinda mean of you. It made us have to get even closer and everything.
What to say to you… what to say.
Well, firstly, if I did want to say anything, it’d have to be in the form of text…since, woman, they should really do tests on your ability to hold your breath for 3 hours straight so you don’t need to take a break in talking. *giggles*
I love you.
We’ve already said all there is to say. You know how I feel. The truth is, we really don’t even need to say anything at all. That’s why we are who we are…our freaky twilight zone music and songs posting and all.
But it’s so important that you know… I…so beyond love you.
Time and time and time again… you pick me up, from some sprawled out, sobbing, life is over mess. And give me all until, I can get up on my own two feet again.
Thank you for that.
And everything else.
The laughter when we’re just sitting there thinking…how the holy FUCK did we get ourselves into these positions (I don’t mean the Kama sutra ones…I know how we get into those, we’re damn flexible, that’s how)... again, and again, and again *laughs*
How many times have we said this…”what a pair we are”?!
May we never change.
May we continue to be brave…despite where we are now… and may I always give you reason to be proud of me, for having the sheer audacity to be me, despite it all… as I am proud of you, my Beautiful One.
*makes a toast to you with our pint glasses full of Voddie*
To you, K…Your friendship defines me.
kendra1980
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for my darling
Dear Litster,
I started to leave a 'blurt'...but this isn't so much a blurt as it is something I want you to know. Something I am pretty sure you know already.
You are loved.
You will always be loved.
You are admired and appreciated.
You make me proud to be yours.
You are the most amazing man, and I am fortunate indeed, to be the one you love.
Thank you for amazing yesterdays, beautiful todays, and the sweetest tomorrows.
I believe, with all my heart...you are my once in a lifetime. 
I love you P.
Dear Litster,
I started to leave a 'blurt'...but this isn't so much a blurt as it is something I want you to know. Something I am pretty sure you know already.
You are loved.
You will always be loved.
You are admired and appreciated.
You make me proud to be yours.
You are the most amazing man, and I am fortunate indeed, to be the one you love.
Thank you for amazing yesterdays, beautiful todays, and the sweetest tomorrows.
I believe, with all my heart...you are my once in a lifetime. I love you P.
Golden_Silence
We moon when its sunny
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To Charmed
Dearest Litster of mine,
I love you, for the wonderous person you are and I know that you and me will be happy in the end.
I hope J is ok and that you are not overloading yourself with more emotional baggage, but if you are, you know who to call, any time day or night.
I'll be there very very soon baby
~ M
Dearest Litster of mine,
I love you, for the wonderous person you are and I know that you and me will be happy in the end.
I hope J is ok and that you are not overloading yourself with more emotional baggage, but if you are, you know who to call, any time day or night.
I'll be there very very soon baby
~ M
denali said:
Dear Scufflin' His Feet At Takin' Responsibility For a Low Maintenance Adoptive Daughter Litster,
Good news. You may not have to adopt me after all. New information has come to light that indicates there is every possibility you may be my biological father. *hands you court order* We should probably start the DNA tests immediately. Isn't that wonderful? That means you don't have to sign anything or give any money over. You get me for free and you're stuck with me forever
kendra1980
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Gracie29 said:Dear Scufflin' His Feet At Takin' Responsibility For a Low Maintenance Adoptive Daughter Litster,
Good news. You may not have to adopt me after all. New information has come to light that indicates there is every possibility you may be my biological father. *hands you court order* We should probably start the DNA tests immediately. Isn't that wonderful? That means you don't have to sign anything or give any money over. You get me for free and you're stuck with me forever
You tell him Gracie!...shhhhhh-h-h-h-h-h-h....it's suppose to be a secret....but you are right, I am pretty amasing...<smiles>...kendra1980 said:Dear Litster,
I started to leave a 'blurt'...but this isn't so much a blurt as it is something I want you to know. Something I am pretty sure you know already.
You are loved.
You will always be loved.
You are admired and appreciated.
You make me proud to be yours.
You are the most amazing man, and I am fortunate indeed, to be the one you love.
Thank you for amazing yesterdays, beautiful todays, and the sweetest tomorrows.
I love you P.
...
...asian_princess
Car-ma Sutra Test Dummy.
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Dear Litster,Gracie29 said:
This ISN'T the "Lies Lies..." thread.
*turns up the volume and gets ou the camera*
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