• Archive for January, 2013

    I promise

    by  • January 31, 2013 • * Safe for Work *, Friends • 1 Comment

    Dear TVF, I think it was you who taught me what love is. Now I’m certain that I’ve experienced it. Every moment I’m with you, my life lights up. It’s like you and I are the only ones who are real and everything else is just there as parts of our story. I would give

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    (Not) Cry for Help

    by  • January 31, 2013 • * Safe for Work *, Depression • 2 Comments

    How do you tell someone that you are slowly becoming depressed without it coming off as a cry for help or attention? Tell someone you care about and they care about you, but aren’t exactly on talking terms? I want to be alone, but I want to have someone there to make it feel okay

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    Slipping Out

    by  • January 31, 2013 • * Safe for Work *, Love - Pure and Simple • 0 Comments

    What I appreciate most about our relationship is how honest it is. How gentle, soft. How you slow down when I’m scared, hold my hand (figuratively; though literally, too, and I really like that). I want to say it. Sometimes we’re together and I wonder – fantasize, even – about it. I don’t want to

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    Shit…

    by  • January 31, 2013 • Confusion • 0 Comments

    Dear G-Man, So… I have a boyfriend. A boyfriend that I fought so hard to get, have liked for so long. And then you show up. We’ve known each other awhile, you and I. And I had a crush on you. But I never thought you’d like me back. And all of a sudden, I’m

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    To You.

    by  • January 31, 2013 • * Safe for Work *, Love - Pure and Simple • 0 Comments

    Dear You, You are perfect. Flawless. Everything about you is beautiful. Your appearance, your heart, your soul, all of it. And I’m so glad that I get to be around it. Never tell yourself you aren’t good enough, because you don’t know who it hurts. You are absolutely amazing, in your OWN way, so I

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    On My Deathbed:

    by  • January 31, 2013 • * Safe for Work *, To You • 1 Comment

    Give me a shot of heroin. People say it’s better than sex, and the dead don’t fiend. My last words will be a string of orgasmic babble. “Kiss me, Hardy.” Admiral Horatio Nelson. Could be worse. Related Post Dear Mr.Casanova I will take fries with that Where The Fuck R U???

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