February 2012
2 posts
Hi.: The art of getting really dumped →
alisonagosti:
So, a good while back, I got really, really dumped. In part because I didn’t see it coming, but mostly because he did it by stopping by my apartment with an iced coffee and saying “I think I need to wrap this up.” The tough thing about writing this is that I’m going to make the guy look bad….
December 2011
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November 2011
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“Dear You,
I love your laugh. It has such a lazy “It’s sunday...”
– http://booktiger.blogspot.com/
mrchloride:
what would you do if
you bought tickets to see foals live
and a group of small horses just stood on stage for an hour
October 2011
4 posts
Guy friends not responding to you?
dylanliu:
THEY’RE ALL FUCKING PLAYING LEAGUE OF LEGENDS
September 2011
5 posts
I feel so bad whenever my dad calls. Sometimes I have these flashbacks to when things were really bad. Thinking about the past makes me feel grateful to be living with my mom.
That sounds terrible.
But what I’m feeling is terrible. Whenever he calls, it just feels like such a hassle. I really am so lucky to have a dad that cares enough to check on me and want to know how my life is doing....
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Watchfuckyeahyoulaughed:
i fucking love this show
August 2011
11 posts
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clavicola:
Listen (listen, listen) by...
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July 2011
15 posts
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An inadequate poem
by ephemera
A poem falls short; I’d like, instead to draw a single line from me to you and watch it curl into a word so beautiful it’s still unsaid – or press paper to the window pane so that the day might saturate a note that brightly warms your hands, spills birdsong from imagined trees and buzzes like fat bumblebees, but I am bound by language, love; I can’t.
Jul 12
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