Pulp Fiction

Boy oh boy… where do i even begin. Quentin Tarantino..honey, my pookie bear. I have loved you ever since I first laid eyes on you. The way you direct your movies and strike fear into your enemies eyes. Your silky smooth dialogue, your lowkey foot fetish, and that gorgeous cinematography. I would do anything for you. I wish it were possible to freeze time so I would never have to watch you retire.  You had a rough childhood, but you never gave up hope. You are even amazing off the screen, you're a great husband and father, sometimes I even call you dad. I forvever dread and weep, thinking of the day you will one day retire. I would sacrifice my ownlife it were the only thing that could puta smile on your beautiful face.  You have given me so much joy, and heartbreak over the years. But a tear still fell frommy right eye when I watched you win your first Oscar , because deep down,my glorious king deserved it. I just wanted you to return home. Then allas, you did, my sweet baby boy came home and I rejoiced.  I was crying, bawling even, and I heard my glorious king exclaim these words, "Don’t tell me how good my coffee is" Not only have you changed the game of cinema and the world forever, but you've eternally changed my world. And now you're getting older, but still the goat, my goat. I love you pookie bear, my glorious king, Quentin.