[27 Dec 2009|02:02pm] dear_you [love_bones14] Dear You, I really need to get this out, down in writing, it will just frustrate me otherwise if I keep it inside. You are lovely, really lovely, but today wasn't very good. I felt so fat and inadequit and, wish today was better. I'm am EXTREMELY dissappointed. I think you hate me now, I'm not sure. I know I have to let go of you, and I will, I guess I just want to cry a little first, before I accept that is what I have to do.. It was nice knowing you. I liked when we were friends. You know, I might change my mind later, but I don't think I will this time round. It's cut. From, the stupid girl post comment

[26 Dec 2009|11:41pm] dear_you [theanimequeen] [ mood | contemplative ] Dear Hormones, Fuck you!!!! I hate you. Quit overriding my logical sense. ~D J, Screw it, I don't like you anymore. You're still my friend but I mean I was being crazy before. I can't be with you and in a way I don't want to be. I was just blinded before. I don't know why I thought I liked you..... But I don't even talk to you hardly ever now. And I'm kind of glad.. I just woke up I guess. But I know you're not the right guy for me. So...I don't know if I'll meet up with you at AX...I probably will, but don't expect anything. Thats pretty much all I can say right now. ~D Self, Quit being confusing. You like one boy one minute, another the next. STOP. lol Just calm down. But I guess you can blame the fact that you're a teenager on that one. So don't worry, its just a normal thing..stupid, but normal. It's ok. I think the more time goes on, the better the person you are becoming. And pretty soon you'll be an adult. Woo. But you need to get ready for the new year!! :) Love, me Kayleigh, Please get on aim? I want to talk to you X_X Love, your twin post comment

[26 Dec 2009|10:41pm] the_polaroids [haleyluna] foggy morning via modified sx-70 + 779. daily polaroid day 7. 1 comment|post comment

[27 Dec 2009|01:36am] dear_you [drop_down_dead] Dear Spencer, You're so insane. Seriously. All that running around, chasing anything that move when you hit it. You chewed one of my random pencils to death. You run off with my money. It's so damn adorable! One question: Why do you sit on the edge of my bed and just watch me on my laptop? It's endearing to turn around and suddenly you're just lying there, watching me. Gotta say it's also adorable the way you come running to me the moment I hold my hand out to you. In fact, you're so adorable that my friends love you too, and they've never met you. You're the best little kitty cat a guy could have. Love, Akihito post comment

[26 Dec 2009|04:50pm] dear_you [lvette] Last night I saw a movie that reminded me of you, and it made me miss you even more. Pathetic, but it's true. I love you. Sincerely, Me ♥ post comment

[26 Dec 2009|08:47am] dear_you [december_lily] Dear Matt Stone and Trey Parker, You guys spit hot fire. And I mean that in a good way. Love, Aimee post comment

[26 Dec 2009|02:42pm] dear_you [amii] [ mood | calm ] Dear You, I can only sit back and hold my tongue for so long. Keep pushing and pushing. See what happens. I have a lot of people who would love nothing more than to leap to my defense. All I have to do is say the word. I hope, for your sake, that I don't have to. Signed, The Ex post comment

dear you, [26 Dec 2009|04:16am] dear_you [shooting4stars] [ music | lenka - trouble is a friend ] the warmth of your breath rushes past my ear and settles upon my neck. the hot air seeps into my veins and travels down through my body. my eyes are closed and lips gently parted as indecipherable murmurings and innocence escape my mouth. with my hair and arms tangled above my head, i feel your fingers curl around the back of my neck. my chin lifts towards yours but shies away almost unnoticeably when the stubble of your beard grazes against it. your lips linger across my cheek and settle upon mine, kissing my mouth. but you're just another pair of lips on mine. my chest rises and falls with the quickening of my breaths. as my body fills with air and appetite, my chest meets yours; and with my breasts pressed against you, our bodies become one straight line down through our hips, kinked by the arch in my back and the pressure of your hips into mine. the weight of your body presses down on me and i feel small beneath you. but you're just another pair of hips on mine. side by side with your arm strewn lazily across my stomach, the heat of the room is almost unbearable. regardless, i lean my head on your shoulder, my hair tickling your neck. as you sigh and slow your breathing, you absentmindedly begin tracing your finger along the contours of my body. we lie there, shoulder to shoulder, feigning the comfort of two who have spent their entire lives together. your finger slows gently until it stops, and your arm tumbles to your side as you drift into a peaceful sleep. yet as you sleep i lie there, naked, awake, and consciously breathing in the air that lingers between us. my lungs are filled with unfamiliarity, lust, your distrust and lack of commitment. i breathe in my insecurities, my unending heartache, and my need for a soul fulfilling drink of love. i taste our distance, our lack of communication, and our subtle indifference all together. aware that no reparations are near, i close my eyes and join you. i follow you into dreams of lives we once lived, lives where love and life was easier.  and there we lie, two naked bodies resting side by side. two broken hearts beating out of rhythm. two damaged souls searching for meaning. b 1 comment|post comment

[26 Dec 2009|02:13am] dear_you [samamba] Dear You, I would have no problem saying it to you, if you'd let me. I love you. Me. PS: You're the wrong one to be addressing this letter to. post comment

. . . [25 Dec 2009|10:31pm] dear_you [somanyregrets] [ mood | cold ] Dear You, Another Christmas has passed. That's another year without you. Frankly, I'm not sorry you're gone. I miss my happiness more than I miss you. I don't know if this is a good thing or a bad thing, but it's enough to keep me alive at this present moment. I hope that you regard me now as I regard you: as a passing memory, and nothing more. No love, me. - - - Dear You, Although I didn't know you well, and I tended to be shy around you, you are my family and I will miss you. I'm sorry that you had to go so close to Christmas, but now that you have you are in a much better place than you could have been here on earth. I hope it was painless and quick, because you are a good man and that's what you deserve. Rest in peace, me. - - - Dear You, You want me to tell you how you make me feel? You want to know how the things you say affect me? If it makes me sad? Well you know what, I won't tell you. I have nothing to tell you. All I feel when you talk to me is a vast emptiness. We used to be so close, but now you are nothing more than a nagging memory. You're the only one who tried to stay in my life when everyone left, but even then it was a half-assed effort. Maybe it would have been better if you had left as well. Insincerely yours, me. post comment

[25 Dec 2009|11:39pm] dear_you [haimonday] Dear J, This is the first time we haven't spoken on Christmas since we've known eachother. To be honest, I don't know just how to feel. I don't know if I feel okay with it, or if it feels wrong. But, regaurdless, I still wish you a Merry Christmas. Sincerely, Me ♪ Dear M, Dude. Did I make it awkward again? I'm quite sure I did. Well... I'm not sorry if I did, because I meant what I said. I'm sorry you're sick on Christmas, but I am, too. I know the feeling, we have the same thing. But that doesn't matter, it's not the point. The point is, if I say something like that to you, don't get quite on me, it makes me feel odd. Merry fucking Christmas, Me ♪ Dear self, It'll be okay. I know you aren't happy that you don't have BudBud this Christmas and you're sick and things don't even feel like Christmas. Just be strong, and be thankful nothing bad actually happened this Christmas. Just be glad everyone is at least moderately healthy. Just be thankful for everything, okay? I know it's raining, not snowing; I know that you're sick and not happy; I know you are confused and not satisfied, but just look at what you do have. It'll be okay in the morning. Love, Me ♪ Dear Christmas, I wish I could remember what a "Merry Christmas" feels like. I just don't know anymore. The past years have been filled with sorrow, loss and sickness. I just want to remember what it feels like to be all giddy and warm on the inside. Right now, I am biting back tears and I wish they were tears of joy. I don't know what to be happy for. This world is a mess, this country is a mess, my life is a mess. For once, I want it to be happy all over the world. I want you to be known, to be felt. If the world is merry on Christmas, maybe then I'd feel merry, too. Maybe I would feel like there's one day without worry. Next year, could you be merry? But, before I forget, I want to appologize. I'm sorry that everyone has to be politically correct and downplays you as much as possible. I'm sorry that workers at the checkout counters say "Happy Holidays" and not "Merry Christmas". I'm sorry that it has to be that way. I'm sorry that Santa can't say "Ho Ho Ho" without someone getting offended. It's ridiculous because it feels like you don't belong anymore, like you're the kid who's picked last for the team in gym class. I know how it feels to be downplayed, and it isn't fair. I hope to God that one day someone with a big and might voice will get out there and fight for you. Love, Me post comment

[25 Dec 2009|07:17pm] dear_you [kissmekaro] Dear S, I feel a bit guilty, leading you on like this. However, I remember that you're playing this game that I can play too. I'm pretty sure there are other girls like me--except they fall for your tricks. There has been many like you as well. No, we're never gonna meet. They're all empty promises. Maybe, you'll finally stop this little game you have going on. Love, Me PS. Do you really think I'm stupid enough to go to a party at your friend's house alone? post comment

[25 Dec 2009|04:19pm] the_polaroids [fotograffs] 6 comments|post comment

[25 Dec 2009|02:06am] dear_you [samamba] Dear N, That was low, lower than I expected from you. You know I have a boyfriend- we had talked about him earlier in the evening. But you couldn't stop yourself any more than I could, even with Cait right  there. I'm so lucky you didn't try to kiss me because I know I wouldn't have been able to stop myself, and the last thing I want is to cheat on Colin. More happens than has in months, and I can't even put it into words. Damnit, Nick. At least I know it's mutual. At least I know you can't control yourself, either. At least I know you love me too. S. post comment

[25 Dec 2009|12:38am] dear_you [haimonday] Dear you, Thanks for talking to me tonight. It made me feel much better and now I'm pretty sure I can enjoy Christmas. Thank you and I love you very much. Sincerely, Me post comment

[25 Dec 2009|02:16am] dear_you [love_bones14] Dear, you You have just caused a stupid, muffled, bolt of emotion within me - and it lingers, it doesn't let go until it's held on for awhile.  This has pissed me off, this has made me upset.. And I don't know what to feel. DON'T treat me like a piece of shit on your shoe (like you have done in the past at times.. It hurts) - you are no better than anyone else, and no one else is any better than you. 2009, early Christmas morning, and what/who am I writing about.. YOU! Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhh. What is going on with you? What am I to you? Remind me, who are you?? From, me post comment

[24 Dec 2009|11:13am] dear_you [getyourownhome] [ mood | tired ] Dear Santa, You are the prefect lie all across the world, I mean, how in the world can you get all around the world in one night by reindeer with a giant bag of toys for all the good boys and girls? How can you get into their houses if they don't have fire places? Easy! All around the world in one night? PSH! Hello! It is called different time zones! So it makes it easier to give all the Aussies and whatnot their gifts first then go east to west. Duh. (Or is it west to east. Oh well!) Reindeer? Clearly they are magical, duh. The giant bag of toys? Well, you just packs them all up for the country he is going too then since the different time zones just goes back to the North Pole for a little rest and to get the rest of the gifts. Fire places? Clearly, you use the front/back door. Suh. See I have you all figured out Santa. But I really need to know how you are treating those elves? All you do is check the naughty and nice list twice. So what? The elves are working their little fingers bloody while you eat cookies and drink milk. Don't mess with elves, they'll cut you. From, Casey 1 comment|post comment

[24 Dec 2009|03:48am] dear_you [samamba] Dear N, How many inebriated letters am I going to write you, honestly? You were on my mind too much last night, all things considered. (Tonight as well, of course, but it's not quite so inappropriate to be thinking of you tonight). There's still that part of me that's so convinced you feel something. (Half of my heart's got a real good imagination). Or why else would you still be prodding at me, putting in just enough contact to keep my latent hopes alive? Goddamn, this isn't fair. You're always just on the edge of my mind, just barely on my thoughts, but you always stay there. I can't tell Colin I love him because it wouldn't feel fair to him- or myself, or even you- to tell him that even if I know it's true, when I still have these feelings for you. What the hell is this? What keeps us attracted, what keeps us coming back to one another? Why do we have to make it so hard for each other to forget? It's hard to explain my feelings for you- I don't want you, but at the same time, I want nothing more than to be back in your arms. I do love Colin, and I'm happy with him- but I can't lie. Sometimes my mind just goes away when I'm with him, and I'm back with you, I'm back on the porch. I'm back to the last day before school when I pressed my leg against yours and told you I'd stay for one last movie. I'm back to the anxious, anticipatory way you looked up at me when I got the movie out of the DVD player and shifted in your seat, suddenly struggling to find words to cover your nervous excitement. ("Don't say a word, just come over and lie here with me, cause I'm just about to set fire to everything I see. I want you so bad I'll go back on the things I believe- there, I just said it: I'm scared you'll forget about me.") But I am so afraid you'll stop. So afraid that one day, you will move on and leave behind whatever nothing this is without a backwards glance. That you'll do as I've done and find someone to really be with, someone who is allowed to openly love you. One day you'll find a girl you actually like, and actually want to be with, and I'm going to look at her and it's going to hurt. It shouldn't, because I am with Colin, and you'd be doing only what I have been trying to do since April. But I feel like you can't- just can't date anyone- it would just hurt too much, it would be so painful and humiliating to see you happy with her when I can't be perfectly happy without knowing you're somewhere in the background. What in the hell is wrong with me? I want you, I want you so badly, I can't have you, I don't want you. I feel like IMing you, though I know it's a horrible idea- the next contact attempt has to be yours, doesn't it? I feel like that's the way this game works- it's your turn, and I can't explain why. (This is all me being high, and half of this is probably irrelevant). I won't IM you tonight- it would make me seem too eager, as you only commented on my facebook yesterday. I haven't seen you at all this week, which is weird, but I think that's probably a good thing. I will tomorrow, however. Will I wear my silver rings, or my gold? We'll see. Ugh, fuck this entire letter! Fuck my THC-fueled train of thought- fuck myself and inability to be satisfied with the amazing thing I have now. Colin has so much potential to be amazing. If he'd stop making so many declarations of love and how I'm the one and such I could be in love with him, real love- not what I feel for you. That's not love, that's infatua- No, it's love, who am I kidding? Fuck you. S. PS: This is going on the top five of embarassing letters to you. post comment

[23 Dec 2009|10:59pm] dear_you [burningsonata] Dear you, Do you say and talk about this stuff just to purposely make me feel like shit? Or is that just like an added plus on the side for you? Sincerely, Me post comment

[23 Dec 2009|10:02pm] dear_you [june_bugxo] dear yous, ( blah, ) no love, -your daughters bestfriend. dear you, ( blah. ) love, your bestfriend. dear boy, ( blah. ) sorry, your girlfriend. dear family, ( blah. ) love, your daughter/granddaughter/cousin/neice post comment

navigation [ viewing | most recent entries ] [ go | earlier ]