December 2011
32 posts
Anonymous asked: A wise man once said, "Jenny Vu, you are not a player; but you do got game."
Is it too much to ask
thegreatest:
For a little holiday sex?
Santa,
bronnabear:
all I want is my dad.
Anonymous asked: Did you get anything special or significant from your schoolmates this year?
metal-fingers asked: I hug my cat closer to me knowing that you like cats too.
LOL @OCHELSEA
me: and my friend was like-
friend: what friend
me:
friend:
me:
friend:
me:
friend:
me: I DIDN'T MEET THEM ONLINE WE USED TO GO TO KINDERGARTEN TOGETHER AND THEN THEY MOVED TO ANTARCTICA FACEBOOK RECONNECTED US I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT THE INTERNET IS
Sometimes I’ll put on my headphones and I’ll play my games and sometimes it works and I forget about you—but in the moments where I’m alone and it’s winter again, and the stars touch the sky you’re all I can remember: the way we stole about in the darkness, lit by the sudden freshness of hands you felt like summer and if I had slept in ice, you woke me in a...
Maybe it bothers me because we like to measure things in halves—but our fondness for each other was only a quarter of love and our terrible relationship a dime a dozen. Maybe it’s because ever since I’ve met you I’ve been saying maybe too much, and maybe it’s because maybe is half way between all of the answers you’ve ever given me, and maybe it’s because...
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what could you miss?
ethaney:
It gets almost disgusting writing about the one you love, the ones that hurt you, the ones who disappeared, the ones you miss. There’s this deep sense of inadequacy and this etching gap that lies between the writer and the subject because you write to keep them alive. And all that’s left is a lingering paper-trail that you later find under a pile of crinkled papers or under useless old...
ruox-deactivated20120319 asked: you never skyped me back!
“You’ve manufactured your own romance, and sometimes I think you wanted it to end.”
Sometimes English teachers don’t really teach you English—sometimes they teach you things that hurt, instead—and sometimes, sometimes I wish I never went to school.
Nobody really wants to hear the story, and sometimes I wish I weren’t so safe. For once, for a...
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You're just really pretty and I'm just really...
“I’ve never had a—I don’t know what you want to call this, but I’m going to call this a relationship—I never had a relationship… that was so… perfect. Every time we hung out we had fun, no matter what we did—everything was just perfect.” And I knew before that words were always beautiful and glistening, but I never knew how much they...
Anonymous asked: Do you have a bf/gf?
There’s this terrible moment when you’re inbetween worlds and your heart starts breaking—this terrible moment when all of my senses can remember only you.
“Before you hang up,” you whispered. “Yeah?” “You’re perfect.” And I laughed, because I knew it wasn’t true—because I still wasn’t enough to keep you, and it hurts...
We listened to Wyclef, and you promised you’d sing to me next time because I promised you’d there never be a next time—your warm hands never really mine to hold.
You racked your mind for romance, but I’ve kept these writings secret because you’ll never understand how perfect you are to me.
I’ve always wanted a highschool romance, and your cologne has never...
“You’ll hurt me, you know,” I whispered into your chest and you laughed if it weren’t so, but we both knew it was true.
The smell of you never lingers but sometimes I wish I could never remember.
Your upper arms become home for my fingers, and maybe my innocence would’ve been gone if you weren’t so forgetful—but I tease, if only it weren’t so,...
Sometimes I wondered if I would ever be lovely—if everything would ever be perfect and sometimes when the world strings in lines of glowing stars and careful constellations, being perfect really doesn’t matter much anymore.
I’ll ask myself sometime—someday—whether or not kissing you was a mistake, but maybe in the end I just wanted to be remembered. I’ve never...
Scared.
You held me and for a second I bathed in your subtle scent—in the gentle taste of your skin and maybe it would’ve been better if we had never met at all.
“Do you know that moment when you’re holding a baby—or, in your case, kittens—and you just want to squeeze it so hard because it’s so fucking cute?”
You wrapped your arms around my waist and I...
He's cute.
C: I’m going to tell you something, and you have to promise not to hang up.
J: Okay, what?
C: You promise?
J: Sure…
C: To be honest, I think you’re fucking beautiful.
J: I’m hanging up.
C: What! Why! You promised.
J: Because you’re full of shit!
C: Just let me finish!
J: Fine.
C: You’re extremely cute, you smell fucking delicious, you’re this straightforward, unique girl and ontop of that you’re fucking sexy.
J: Fuck off.
C: You’re wifey material.
J: I’m hanging up.