December 2009
60 posts
Kiss (Him) and Tell (You)
dearoldlove:
Oh no—kissing him made me realize that I actually care about you.
How About a Hand
dearoldlove:
I don’t know how, to not want, to hold your hand.
Cheesed Off
dearoldlove:
I fell in love with you when you told me how much you loved cheese. That was a stupid reason.
Snowhands
dearoldlove:
All I want for Christmas is you, holding my hand in the snow.
Please.
Still Not You
dearoldlove:
No matter how many guys I date who look like you, act like you, listen to the same music as you, have eerily similar bookshelves and DVR’d TV shows as you, and maybe even smell like you…well, it’s still not you.
Privacy Unsettings
dearoldlove:
Due to a recent breakdown in Facebook’s privacy settings, I’ve finally been forced to realize how in love you really are.
Lie With Me
dearoldlove:
I knew you could never really be happy in a monogamous relationship. But I wanted to be the one you chose to live your lie with.
So You Weren't, So What
dearoldlove:
So you weren’t cheating on me. That doesn’t mean you’re not a bastard.
Framed
dearoldlove:
I’m not putting the picture of us up for everyone to see, but I’m also not taking it out of its frame. Ever.
It was beautiful while it lasted. Let’s keep it that way.
Email your future self. →
(via thelovelybones)
I love this idea, but I don’t like that it doesn’t seem very private.
I went to the gym five days last week
It was awesome. I’ll give it another shot this week.
Always running
…out of money. I’m 26 and just got a promotion and a raise, but I can’t seem to get my shit together. My bank account will probably overdraw this week, I take out payday loans, and am a month behind on my rent. I also don’t have enough money to pay my legal fees. How did it get to this point?
I texted him...
because I’m 26 and I don’t need to wait for a man to text me. If I want to text him, I will. So I did.
After all, isn’t that what we all tell ourselves? If they want to text us, they will.
Unfortunately, he hasn’t texted me back.
Not So Refreshing
dearoldlove:
Eleven. The amount of times I check for messages from you in an hour.