Dear Quinn,

Just so you know, I’m sort of impatiently counting down the two weeks until I get to see you again. Like, I know for me they’re gonna go by incredibly slow and I shouldn’t count down, but I will.

I wish that I had adventures or whatever to write to you like you have, but the truth is I kind of don’t. Classes are boring and for some reason I decided to take morning classes. Don’t know why I did since I kind of really dislike waking up so early mostly due to the fact that I end up only getting one or two hours of sleep. You know, since I don’t go to bed until like 5, 6, or 7 in the morning and whatnot. I’m pretty sure I look like a zombie during my classes, which is both kind of cool and then not so cool. The plus side is the fact that I don’t have late classes this time. I come home and then spend my time with Beth and the dogs and don’t have to worry about anymore classes.

Oh, which yesterday we all actually went to the park. It was a nice day out and all that. Not too cold and stuff, so I thought it would be nice to take Beth to the park to walk the dogs. We also had hot dogs, by the way. Just in case you’re still worrying about us only eating noodles. Which we really are not. It may only be Tuesday, but I can assure you that we haven’t had any all week so far.

Dance is going well. I mean, I don’t get to do it as often as before because of reasons, but it’s all going fine. There’s actually a recital thing next month and I’m wondering whether or not I should sign up for it. I’d like to, but I guess I’m sort of waiting to see how certain things go at the moment. I have until the end of the week before sign ups close, so I have plenty of time to still think it over.

That’s my life lately. The gist of it at least. See. Not that exciting. I’m just a boring, boring guy. I have no idea what you’re doing being married to me, but I will not question it.

Anyway, I have tons of homework I have to get to because I like to leave things until the last minute. So, hopefully I’ll get to talk to you sometime? Maybe soon? I know you’re busy, but I get needy.

Love,

Mike

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beautyquinny:

Darling Mike,

Today, as I was watching movies on my iPad to get my mind off the last few hours I spent getting photographed in a polka dot bikini, I ended up watching Beastly. Ever heard of it? Alex Pettyfer? Vanessa Hudgens? Half-assed attempt to remake a Disney classic? Well yes, so I watched it. I have to admit, that Alex Pettyfer guy is one handsome guy, even in his “Beast” form. But right, back to the point. There’s one part in the movie where the “Beast” writes the “Beauty” a whole bunch of letters almost everyday to tell her how he feels and his thoughts and whatnot. The setting was beautiful, the writing was decadent and the entire idea seemed so romantic. And you know what I was thinking the whole time? How our letters are far superior. We write ours with honesty, not in an attempt to woo each other (partly because we’ve already wooed each other). Plus, it just doesn’t feel as pretentious. And now I enter some stereotypical comment about hipsters and how Vanessa plays one, somewhat, and why I automatically disliked the whole letter part. I don’t think I’m making any sense. When do I ever?

Good news, I’ll be home in two weeks! Yup, two weeks and I’ll be back to bug you in our apartment with Beth and the dogs. You know, I notice that I talk a hell a lot about my adventures here. Care to tell me about how things are withyou? How are your classes? How’s dance? How’s New York treating you? I want to know what’s on your mind, what you’re up to. I want to live vicariously through these letters so I don’t feel so far away. I’m sure you can relate.

And about yesterday and me being upset about those jerks, your words truly helped make me feel better. You’re spectacular, Mike. Do you know that? Absolutely spectacular. All the words you say just have a calming effect on me. It’s so amazing. I love you. I don’t think I tell you that enough. But you should know I love you more than anything else. I do, cross my heart and kiss my elbow.

And yes, I watched Breakfast at Tiffany’safterBeastly ;)

Yours,

Q

#quinn's letters   

My dear wife,

Going to be completely honest here and say after going like, a week without writing these letters makes it kind of weird to write one now. Seriously, for a moment there I actually forgot that today was my day to write one. Don’t get me wrong though, because I did really miss them. Like, I missed them more than one should miss writing and receiving letters, but I guess now I just have to get back into writing them again. Though, I don’t think it’ll be hard to really.

Although, I wish I could say the same about the break from writing the letters giving me more to write about. Because the truth is that it really didn’t. The letters from me are probably still going to be just as boring, to be honest. I wouldn’t even be surprised if they were more boring. So, I apologize for that sincerely. My life isn’t as exciting as yours it seems. Chances are that I’m probably going to end up writing about, well, nothing. As per usual. But I think by now you’re sort of used to it.

Let me say, though, that I actually have been feeding Beth a variety of food. Thank you very much for believing me. I recently learned how to cook spaghetti and it may have taken me a few trial and errors, but I eventually got it and if I say so myself, it’s pretty good. Beth appeared to have liked it. Either that or she’s an excellent little actress. But point being that we have been eating a variety of things and not just of the noodle kind. Even though, she is kind of a big fan of chicken lo mein, which I can’t really blame her because I think that chicken lo mein is one of my specialties.

Oh, and I hope you liked your gift. I know a necklace with a locket isn’t the most original idea or all that special, but I’ve never really seen myself to be the best gift giver anyway. But the picture inside of it I’m actually a big fan of. I figured that a picture of me wouldn’t be that great and that picture of Beth and the dogs is rather adorable. I took it on one of the first days while you were away.

Alright. I have to get going. Beth seems to be hungry and I’m going to go make her something that is not noodles.

We miss you.

Love,

Mike

#mike's letters   

beautyquinny:

My dearest Michael,

After an entire week spent in London, I’m finally back in my hotel room in Milan. And finally, I have time to actually write you a letter. Surprisingly enough, having spent an entire week away from writing letters is actually giving me more material to work with. Typically, my letters can be quite boring, but hopefully it won’t be with all the stories that I have. Of course, I’ll completely not mention the fact that my bisexual French co-model, Annabelle, kissed me during the London New Year’s. Oh whoops, I mentioned it. My bad. But you know what? I’m pretty sure she has had enough to drink for it to be okay. On her part, at least. But what’s funny is that when she kissed me, she ended up… Almost puking in my mouth. Or rather she did… Yes, New Year’s Eve was definitely interesting. A little bit disgusting and ended up with me full on slapping her in the fact, but interesting.

Luckily, my train for Milan left early in the morning. And by early in the morning, I mean three am. That sort of explains why I have been missing for a day with no warning. I sort of just spent the whole day sleeping. Which is something you should definitely try doing every now and again. Especially since you need it more than I do. Of course, I’m not naive enough to believe that telling you to sleep will actually make you sleep. If I were, I would have believed you if you said you’re feeding Beth a variety of foods instead of just noodles. Which I’m sure you aren’t.

Oh, and while I was in London, I saw One Direction! They are super tiny and irritating and just bad. I mean, I guess they seemed cute based on that one poster we have, but in real life? They are absolutely horrendous. I had half a mind to throw my slushie at them. Until I realized that doing so would be very high school, and high school is very over. Of course, that didn’t stop me from taking a picture of them. It’s sort of that mentality people have with celebrities; no matter how much we dislike them, the second we see them, we go crazy over the fact that they’re famous like, at all.

I sent you a post card. I hope you get it. I kissed it, too. Some of my raspberry lip stick is on it, so hopefully it’s noticeable. Oh, oh! And it looks like your Christmas gift finally came in. It was late and by the time it got to my hotel, it was well past the time I left for London. But now I’m just staring at it and at Skype, waiting until you pick up and let me open it.

Just going to be here…

Waiting…

Love,

Quinn

#quinn's letters   

beautyquinny:

Until then, you can Skype with me :D

That sounds perfect.

beautyquinny:

Here now :D I’ll kiss you when it turns New Year’s there :D

Oh, okay. That’ll be in about an hour. Well, less than.

beautyquinny:

mikeychangster replied to your post: 2013 in London!

QUINN!! HI HELLO! :D

mikeychangster replied to your post: 2013 in London!

I LOVE YOU TOO!

HUSBAND! MY NEW YEAR’S KISS!

Oh, yes. Of course. New year’s kiss. I was just waiting for you to get online.

porcelain-hummel-anderson:

I love Beth. c: She smells nice.

You can come over if you swear you petted me last, not Olivia, and that you’ll bet me first.

I’m pretty sure she loves you too.

Of course!

porcelain-hummel-anderson:

mikeychangster replied to your post: mikeychangster liked your post: One Direction is…

I’m sorry. ):

If you were sorry, you’d come pet me.

I can go over now? And I’ll bring Beth.

beautyquinny:

It may still be. Alright, I’m pretty sure I’m typing with only one eye open. Call me in the morning before my shoots?

Of course. Bright and early you shall get a call. I love you. Night, Quinn.

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