I want to go on a date.
Like, a real one. You know, like those ones where we actually sit and eat and talk, and then at the end of the night you walk me home. Ask me out, already. Pretty please?
You knew this was coming.
And I’m not going to lie, this is one of the most painful letters I’ve ever written, if not the most. Dear Kanya, Ohh, Kanya. You came into my life, and I had no idea what I was receiving. I had absolutely no idea I would find the single person most like myself I would ever know. As fast of friends as we became, you were always a bit of a mystery to me. I prided the days I would see...
I feel a bit odd writing this, seeing as we still do talk, although not as much as we both would like. We’ve both moved on from being each other’s only best friend, and we’ve made new friends. Perhaps I don’t long to feel as comfortable as I used to with you, but it’s not like I dont like being your friend. We both have different interests. We’ve grown up, I get...
hey future boyfriend. take a cue from william...
starshipdisco: And be the boy who: has a decent voice has that crooked smile writes good storylines has those honest eyes sings the songs I like keeps me warm at night, at night Love. I adore this song. :)
I’m actually glad I get to write to you as a person “I wish I could meet,” because I get to talk about the good things I know about you, rather than the faults that the people who knew you saw (which, by the looks of it, weren’t many at all.) You, my mother’s mother, are to thank for the wonderful woman I have in my life whom I call “mom.” I have lost...
skipping day eight.
Because internet friends aren’t my thing.
I haven’t posted any 30-day letters in like, four days. oh well. I’ll get around to it.
inspiration, come back. please?
I stole this
Because of how freaking cute it is. And I hate long reblogs. 20 Cute Date Ideas. Go on a search for as many good climbing trees as possible, climb as high as we both can in all of them, compile photo evidence Go to a major chain bookstore, and leave notes to future readers in copies of our favorite books I’ll dress up as a ghost and you dress up us Pacman. Walk around downtown holding hands,...
Dear ex-crush (this will be interesting),
You have no idea how much you still occupy my mind. As in you probably forgot I exist and only remember when you see me. Which isn’t that often to begin with (Lord only knows if we’ll cross paths again.) It’s kind of sad (and pathetic on my account) that your name still slips up in conversation with my friends. I mean, you live in a different country. And it’s not even...
It’ll happen eventually. Now’s not the time.
This is, by far, my favorite letter so far, because while I’m writing this sentence, I can feel the potential that this letter has to save you. I could start out by saying random things about myself in order for you to feel like you know me, if only just a bit, but that’s not where I want to go with this letter. I want this to be a comforting letter, not an awkward one. So you. Yeah,...
I’ll start out by saying that you are amazing. I couldn’t have asked for better aspirations to go along with my talents/hidden gifts. I also couldn’t ask for more genuine dreams either. Nothing too eccentric or hard to achieve, which makes it easy to believe in you. It makes it easy to remind myself that with a little push and determination, I could have you in the palm of my...
I didn’t post my 30-Day Letter plan yesterday due to the AWESOMENESS that was my afternoon and night. I went shopping for my friend, Melissa’s birthday present and some art supplies. Then went out with the most hilarious people on the planet to the Zona Colonial (my absolute favorite place in this city.) Laughed my butt off with my favorite boys, JD and Miguel, and took some pictures...
Okay, okay, fine. I love my friends. :)
I'm obsessed with you, tumblr.
:) You’re always here to listen to my rants and display my mediocre writing. So thanks, boo. You’re pretty cool.
T h e M e s s: It'll never be me. →
You know your sanity is in danger when he’s the last thing you think about when you go to sleep and the first person that runs through your mind when the sound of your alarm jolts you awake in the mornings. You know you’re sickeningly hooked on those sleepless nights where worries wreak havoc… Sft.
There’s two of you, but I’ll make it short, because I’ve been busy all day and kind of want to go to bed. Nikki, thank you. Ugh. Just, thanks so much for giving me guidance that no one ever gave you in high school. I have no idea what I would be like if I didn’t have the best big sister in the world. You taught me how to be a kid, a teenager, and will most likely teach me...
You might say I’m crazy, but that’s the beauty of me. All my imperfections create my own, unique ensemble. It is vital you understand that my blunders and my past are what design the girl you see in front of you. And if you do, then the only thing left is to fall in love with me. I had been wandering around familiar places, remaining quiet and pensive as I let Augustana resound...
Dear Mom and Dad,
This ‘letter’ is kind of unnecessary, because most of the time, I communicate everything I need to tell you two. The things I don’t tell you, I’m sparing for your own welfare. Well, given the current circumstances, I guess I could say a few things. Thanks for giving me the chance to follow my heart. Thanks for giving me the freedom of moving to a different place and not...
So I was talking about religion to my best friend
at two in the morning. My brain hurts.
So, I was looking online for some creative writing exercises and I found one that said to write about how you think life would be if I was invisible. I mean, it’s a basic topic, and it is only as vast as my imagination is. So, here I went. If I were invisible, the most important fact is that my life wouldn’t be half as much fun as it is right now, that’s for sure. Half the fun...
I’m going to let you know from the start that you’re a minor aspect of my life at the moment. Now, I’m probably saying this just to make myself feel less pathetic, and that’s completely okay with me. You’re here, I’m here. We’re two people. I also have way too much going on in my life to stop and pay attention to a boy. The chances of you actually reading...
Dear best friend,
I’ve only known you for seven months, but I’m glad we’ve made every second count. I could go on and blabber about how I thought you were absolutely gorgeous when I met you (I still do) but you already know I try to make it a daily reminder, because I know how your self-esteem gets sometimes. That’s actually one of the things I find peculiar about you. If we would have...