Love Notes to Everything

a daily blog

December 13, 2011 at 2:41am
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Dear Professor,

Sorry about fuckin’ up the condition of the book you lent me, honest.
But seriously, how could you not expect me to take it EVERYWHERE?
I fell in love with Sara Marcus’ Girls to the Front.
I toted it along in my purse every place I went.
I would read it in every idle moment in every place.
So what if it’s a little tattered on the edges?
It’ll just be a reminder to you of the impact you made on a student

so deal with it!

Love, Me

December 6, 2011 at 12:33pm
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Dear Semester,

You’re coming to an end, dying…
That SUCKS
Well, I don’t mean to say that I’m not happy for a break,
Cuz believe me, I’m tiiiiiired
But I have so much work left to so and ONE week to do it!!
I have tests to study for, projects to prepare, songs to practice, papers to write, and Christmas to get ready for!!
I’m sad to see you go, Fall semester of 2011, but I’m excited for Spring 2012…
A new beginning, a new leaf…
Here we go

Love, Me

November 3, 2011 at 11:55am
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Dear You,

You loved me once
Even if it was only for a brief moment, you loved me
Don’t lie, I know you did
Laying in the grass that night
Searching for stars past the city light ambience

We wanted each other once
Ached for each other
Ached for a touch, a feeling
For completion, affirmation, a connection
To looked for, discovered, at least consider worth something

You let me go once
When i turned out not to be what you were looking for
Not skinny enough, pretty enough, dumb enough
But as much as I hate to burst your bubble
You’re the problem, not me.

I loved you once
No, wait, sorry that’s not true
I can’t lie
I still love you
And I’ll be at your side, waiting, just in case

Love, Me

October 31, 2011 at 5:01pm
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Dear B-52’s,

What were you smoking?
I’m listening to Rock Lobster, a six-and-one-half minute song. Honestly, what drugs were you doing that enabled you to churn out such a long song? And about ocean life! I’m just purely baffled. Words, I have none. Nonetheless, Happy Halloween B-52’s.

Love, Me.

October 28, 2011 at 8:20pm
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Dear St Louis Cardinals,

I’ve got to admit, you’ve got me impressed.
I’m not much of a baseball person. Don’t get me wrong, I like the game; I’ll watch it when it’s on, root for whoever my friends are for, etc etc. But you guys…you guys are gooooood. I officially have a soft spot for you. <3

Love, Me.

9:48am
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Dear Boys,

And I mean ALL boys, there are no exceptions:

Some girls want a relationship, warm fuzzies, hand holding, dates, meaningful shit. Some girls want you to truly admire them and truly admire you back.

And frankly, some girls just wanna fuck.

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October 26, 2011 at 3:21pm
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Dear Snow, sorry to bother you again, but you&#8217;re just so stunning I had to share another picture of you. Love, Me &lt;3

Dear Snow, sorry to bother you again, but you’re just so stunning I had to share another picture of you. Love, Me <3

2:51pm
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Dear Snow,

Thank God for you. Just look at ya, you’re gorgeous! Not only that but you make beautiful things more beautiful. This campus, for example. Whilst walking amid your falling bits this morning, all I could think was “Girls in a white dresses with a blue satin sashes, snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes, silver white winters that melt into springs, these are a few of my favorite things.” I don’t care how cold you are, how much you attack my eyes with windy fury, you’ve given us snuggly weather and excuses to drink cocoa. Rock on, my fluffy friend.

Love, Me.

(photo credit goes to gretsch1292)

12:12am
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Dear Regina Spektor,

Why are you not more famous? I mean with a voice as versatile as yours, shit, you blow Gaga and Katy out of the damn water! I just want you to know that you’re my inspiration and I love what you do. Long live your song!

Love, Me.

October 25, 2011 at 9:45pm
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Dear Knee,

Stop hurting. Seriously, this shit is getting old. It’s been two weeks, you’re completely intact, I’ve been being gentle to you lately, so drop it! It’s only going to make things worse. Here, have some ice.

Love, Me.