Dear X:

[Babyslave]

Dear You,

I'm sorry. For the pissy moods, the tears, the lack of words issuing from this mouth. It's just hard right now. What I need from you? To be held and comforted. I need to be scared and to know that you've got my back when I let go. It's a lot to ask, I know. But I need to you be my rock. Just let me lean on you a while longer.

 

[Stella_Omega]

Dear X;

Misunderstandings are not blameful situations. That doesn't mean I am trying to blame someone else. It means that there is no blame to pin on anyone.

I'm not even blaming you for not trying. But damn I'm tired of the hard work. I'm gonna take a break for a while. See you later.

 

[notalwaysweak]

Dear A,

It's been two years. Is it too soon to ask for an explanation as to why you dumped me and turned one of my closest friends away from me, or are you still too fragile that a message from me would shatter your life?

Because, you know, part of me hopes it would.

L

 

[satindesire]

I think it's pretty hypocritical of you to shame and mock religion and religious people, but when I bring up the fact that it's offensive and hurtful, you tell me that I shouldn't shame you for your beliefs.

That is EXACTLY what you were doing, don't you get that? It's okay if you don't believe. I don't hold that against you...you're a person-a human being! You deserve the right to believe what you want to.

But give me that same right, without treating me like I'm a lesser person because of what -I- believe. And if I tell you that what you're saying is hurting me, instead of dismissing my words as "silencing speech", look at your own actions, because you're being far more "silencing" than I am.

 

[gypsy*seer]

What Stella said...

And,
this lion is about to roar.

There will be no stopping her once she starts.
I'm done being taken advantage of, and not appreciated in the least.

Godspeed to you all.

 

[CurvAppeal]

you aren't getting your Ps3 back, or your Ps3 games, not my flatscreen t.v. that you consider yours. you took my heart and attempted to tear it in half, stomp on it, and use it for your pleasure. well guess what, it didn't work. my heart is still whole, and you, mister, can go fuck yourself.

 

[CurvAppeal]

Dear x,

Look into my eyes... you're becoming sleeeeeeeeeepy...
you feel your eyelids growing sooooo veeery heavy...

you're falling

into a

Deep

Deep

sleep.

fuck you. lol. and i just took sleeping pills too.

 

[DeepGreenEyes]

fuck you. lol. and i just took sleeping pills too.

Insomnia is the official state flower of Lit.

 

[CurvAppeal]

Insomnia is the official state flower of Lit.

absolutely lol. couldn't agree more.

 

[subby_kitty]

Dear Bastard

You played with me physically and emotionally...you lied to me repeatedly...you told me over and over again that you didn't have someone else and then surprise surprise you did...the irony of the whole situation is if you had just told me from the beginning i wouldn't have cared...but the fact that you lied to my face over and over has made me lose faith in all others...i no longer trust a man when they tell me they are single...i assume all men are lying to me...do you have any idea how hard that makes it to build a trusting relationship? never mind an open, honest and trusting D/s relationship? Fuck u you bastard...i hope you live a long and lonely life...and i hope some woman does to you one day exactly what you did to me.

 

[Stella_Omega]

Dear X:

I'm kind of curious as to how your interior femininity manifests itself to you, and what you consider the "best of" either gender to be. Because most of us don't really feel we get to pick and choose so easily. Gender is not a job description. It's not a skill set, like walking in high heels is, or writing your name in the snow with a packer.

I say this with the utmost gravity:

Before thou thinkest of Qadishtu, get thee hence and educate thineself upon the effects of sexism and repression within this our native society. Because the people you'll be fucking are going to be suffering from it.

In this day and age, it is impossible for humans of either sex to own their own sexuality without a metric fuckton of time, effort and examination-- as pretty much every trans gendered person of every flavor will attest to.

if you are serious at all about the way of Qadishtu-- and not just figuring it's a way to get laid a whole lot and look cool-- you will need to steep yourself in feminist theory, sex-positive practice, mental health support. Or else you'll just be an unpaid whore wearing henna tattoos.

 

[gypsy*seer]

Dear Whomever-is-out-there,

A good friends grand-nephew is one we do not yet know about in Newtown, Conn.

Please sent positive vibes this way....

Thank you,
D.

 

[shymama1012]

Positive vibes, thoughts, wishes, prayers, all of it. And lots and lots of hope.

 

[Red Sonja]

Dear Whomever-is-out-there,

A good friends grand-nephew is one we do not yet know about in Newtown, Conn.

Please sent positive vibes this way....

Thank you,
D.

Absolutely sending thoughts prayers vibes, good intentions... white light... all of it.

 

[Babyslave]

Absolutely sending thoughts prayers vibes, good intentions... white light... all of it.

I'll add mine as well. Thoughts, prayers, strength.

 

[kimuk]

Dear X

I hope nothing goes wrong tonigh

 

[WhipLuvr]

Dear City of X:

Its almost Christmas, I'm outside in the freezing cold for two hours straight and basically not allowed to move. Please understand that coffee is welcome, pleasant conversation is welcome. The list of thing that are NOT welcome are as follows:

Creepy questions about my martial and family status

Comment on how cold it is. I KNOW how bloody cold it is.

Blabbering on about how you already donated.

"Tips" on how to stay warmer, like "wear thermals under your jeans". Guess what, I already am, and I'm still numb below the waist.

Random prattling about your family, life, how nice your son/daughter is.

ANYTHING even remotely creepy

Please keep these things in mind.

 

[lostandfound197]

Dear X,

You win

 

[lostandfound197]

Dear X,

Words were more than enough to crush me.

Thank you. I couldn't move on without them.

 

[seela]

Dear Future Self,

heels are not suitable footwear, when you're moving to a new apartment that has no elevator, which means that you'll be carrying book boxes up the stairs. The morning after is hell, and no amount of cheese, wine and Thai food will be able to distract you from the pain.

Love,
Present Self

 

[Sir_Winston54]

Dear X,

Thank you. You give me many many more reasons than I would otherwise have.

Love,

me.

 

[Ravenwind]

dear J...

sorry you missed Christmas... it wasn't that long, maybe a month... dunno what megan could've gotten you... probably should've made that pic you'd been wanting... maybe we could've gone out and had some drinks, shot some pool... you know... the day after we found out, L and megan, we went to the bar where we met you... kind'a sad without you there.

you will be missed, J... it wasn't your time... don't know why now, why you couldn't have been saved from it... but you won't be forgotten.

your dear friend...



dear M...

it is *not* supposed to work this way. it's not your fault, but how else do you explain it?

 

[Kajira Callista]

Dear Daddy,
I am so glad that I am yours. I never thought that belonging to you would be as wonderful as it is becoming. I have never been calmer. I have not been this secure with myself in a long long time. You own me, you care about me andare not afraid to show it all the time, you protect me, you love me , you hurt me and make me feel loved...i could go on forever. All I know is I have never ever felt like this in my life and you just effortlessly sweep me off my feet on a daily basis. I have never met a man that is more of a man than you are in all ways. I am so thankful that you wanted me and still do. Somehow this feels like happily ever after
Love,
Yours

 

[DeepGreenEyes]

Dear holiday depression,
I never know when you'll arrive at my door
arms full of brightly-wrapped regret and
fresh-baked taking-stock.
But there you are.

How was the traffic?

Sure, you can sleep on the sofa for a few days.
But do some dishes, okay?
And please pick up the wrappers
from the thought spirals
you eat all night, reality shows droning.

 

[BiBunny]

Dear holiday depression,
I never know when you'll arrive at my door
arms full of brightly-wrapped regret and
fresh-baked taking-stock.
But there you are.

How was the traffic?

Sure, you can sleep on the sofa for a few days.
But do some dishes, okay?
And please pick up the wrappers
from the thought spirals
you eat all night, reality shows droning.

I also love your brain. Just sayin'.