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Dear Me,
Get off your ass and start writing. Now.
Love,
Me.
Get off your ass and start writing. Now.
Love,
Me.
An Open Letter To _____
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Ausus_girl13
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Dear Sadie,
Hot.
The AV/ sig pic.. all approve.
Vail is going to die with lust when she sees those.
Je l'adore.
Aus
Hot.
The AV/ sig pic.. all approve.
Vail is going to die with lust when she sees those.
Je l'adore.
Aus
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Guest
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Dear Ausus,
I'm very pleased that you like them. I think they've been scaring away all the guys.
Thank you,
Sadie.
I'm very pleased that you like them. I think they've been scaring away all the guys.
Thank you,
Sadie.
Ausus_girl13
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Dear Sadie,
It would.
Silly boys missing out on a naughty little thing like you.
Poor them.
Win for the rest of us.
Aus.
It would.
Silly boys missing out on a naughty little thing like you.
Poor them.
Win for the rest of us.
Aus.
FuckFantasy
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Dear Aus, Vail, and Sadie -
WTF is with the blood fixation? I'm getting queasy here.
Trying not to gag (and not even in a good way),
FF.
WTF is with the blood fixation? I'm getting queasy here.
Trying not to gag (and not even in a good way),
FF.
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Guest
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Dear FuckFantasy
I... have a fixation with blood... and gore, and graphic violence (written and entirely fictional of course). I can't explain why.
regards,
Sadie.
I... have a fixation with blood... and gore, and graphic violence (written and entirely fictional of course). I can't explain why.
regards,
Sadie.
FuckFantasy
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Darling Sadie -
It's cool. Your avatar's been AdBlocked for the sake of my stomach, but you're still a doll.
xoxo,
FF.
Mephistophelily
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Dear FF;
Thanks for making me curious to go look that up.
Downloaded!!
Thanks for making me curious to go look that up.
Downloaded!!
Ausus_girl13
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My dearest FF,
Allow me to be perfectly clear here. The sight of my own blood makes me want to die. It isn't pretty. I can't even get a cut without feeling queasy. Honestly.
Everyone elses? And I am merely curious.
Besides, tis the season for gore, n'est-ce pas?
My apologies for making you gag sweets. I shall find some hot, young, thick stud to make sure you gag in the good way.
Kisses!
aus
zydrate
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Dear Viral Cold:
I fucking hate you! Leave me alone all ready please?!
I've all ready missed a lot of work as well as school......AND I haven't been able to work on any threads because of you!!!
I haven't been able to have a decent meal because of you and you know how much I like to eat!!!!
So, in closing, please leave. The doctor has given me meds to make you go away and I hope it works soon!
With much hate,
Zy
I fucking hate you! Leave me alone all ready please?!
I've all ready missed a lot of work as well as school......AND I haven't been able to work on any threads because of you!!!
I haven't been able to have a decent meal because of you and you know how much I like to eat!!!!
So, in closing, please leave. The doctor has given me meds to make you go away and I hope it works soon!
With much hate,
Zy
princesssexci
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Dear Zy,
You are so adorable, even when your sick!
With much love,
Princess
You are so adorable, even when your sick!
With much love,
Princess
FuckFantasy
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Mephistophelily
Crazy is...
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Dear you;
You sick, twisted, demented pervert.
...
You sick, twisted, demented pervert.
...
FuckFantasy
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For once, I'm not ashamed of the length of my ramble.
Dear Everyone -
Do not be afraid to live.
"Life is precious." It's such a maudlin, hackneyed cliche. It's also completely, utterly true. Nothing in this world is permanent. All that is tangible will someday be lost, broken. Those we love will not be in our presence forever. The things that matter most have no permanence - that's the way it should be. A life that is static, predictable, or comfortable isn't a life worth living.
Today my community lost a beautiful, vivacious woman. She was twenty-three. She had just finished college and had come back home to start the next chapter in her life. Her death was horrific. She was taken off of life support this morning, long after all brain activity had ceased.
I can't imagine what her mother must have felt for days on end, watching her child lie in a strange hospital bed, and knowing that her daughter would never open her eyes again. Or to be her boyfriend, praying for a miracle but preparing for the worst, most unthinkable outcome. I try to put myself in her best friend's place and fail miserably. What would it be like to see someone I love and care for, someone I consider a sister, suffer then die? What would the pain of crying for a smile that's lost, for a voice that's been stolen, be like? The word 'crippling' comes to mind. I fear that's only the tip of the iceberg.
I, along with several others around me, missed out on truly knowing this loving, lovely individual. We were friendly and enjoyed talking to one another sporadically. There were a few times when I thought about asking her to have coffee, but didn't. I was too busy. Too overwhelmed with school or work or family or my existing circle of friends. A few other people I know have made the same comments to me since Saturday. We feel we have little to no right to cry over this girl's death, yet we feel shocked. Perhaps it's a natural reaction. The loss of a person so young always has an effect that lies somewhere between numbing and sobering. This is far from the first time I've seen someone bursting with vitality and youth have their life cut short with a sickening thud of reality: No one on this earth lives forever. The young have no refuge.
The truth of that fact reverberates through me now.
I lost someone back in April, someone closer to me. She was a person whose spirit impacted me greatly. But in a way, she was another person I missed out on, for reasons I don't care to disclose. She was inspirational. This was a woman that spent every waking moment giving. She was ripped away weeks after her thirtieth birthday, and she gave until the very end. There was an article in the paper about the eight people whose lives were saved after her organs were donated. It was her fervent wish to do so. It shouldn't have surprised me, but it almost still does. For me, she was the very personification of light. Warmth, love, and kindness poured from every fiber of her being, magnifying her physical beauty and drawing the most cynical of people into her radiance. She was born into so much heartache, but there was a constant smile on her face. She took her hardships and became empowered.
Do not be afraid to live.
There is nothing so important as love and new experiences and joy. The daily grind, the pettiness, the worry, the gossip, the dramas, both minor and major, still amount to nothing. As long as you have breath within you, live fearlessly. Tear your life apart and start anew. There is never a reason or obstacle big enough to prevent you from doing otherwise. Life is only as complicated as you make it. Trepidation can kill you long before a tumor will. People fool themselves into thinking they're terrified of failure, but I believe many of us are afraid of change. So we resist, and we make excuses. Why are you afraid to be happy? If you reply that you aren't, but you still aren't doing anything to radically change the course of your existence, you may want to think twice. With every second that you spend agonizing over minutia, whether it's holding a grudge against a loved one or worrying over what someone on an Internet forum said to you, you miss out. I'm not saying the little things should never rile you up or upset you. But what I am saying is that only a tiny handful of the population truly knows what it means to make each day count.
Which group are you in?
I don't want to lose someone else before I barely get to know them. And I don't want to die and have people mourn for what could have been. If I knew that in a few days my life would end? I certainly wouldn't be crying over silly arguments and acting as if my grades define me as a person. My family and friends would be asked to live for me after I take my final breath. I would beg them to change anything and everything they could about their own lives. They would be told, repeatedly, to stop holding back so much. We all do that: we all suppress what we want to say or do or dream. I think it's because we condition ourselves to accept excuses as truths. We allow "I can't" to become a valid reason not to TRY. We might as well climb into our caskets now and ask someone to slam the lid shut. If you're going to sit there and spin your wheels or wallow in despair, you're NOT living. You're merely existing, and you're not giving yourself a chance to do much more.
What I intend to do now is not make the same mistake twice. After my friend passed away earlier this year, I promised myself I wouldn't waste so much time on the unimportant stuff. When I found out yesterday that someone else I knew was about to pass on, I realized I'd broken that promise. Shame on me for taking so much for granted. I write all this in hopes of some bit of accountability. And I do hope that those of you who skim this (I won't fool myself into believing people are hanging on every word when there's so many other threads to read on here) will actually take my words to heart.
If you love someone, tell them. If they don't already know, drop everything and find them. Now. Stop making excuses. Stop being afraid. You're cheating yourself, and you're cheating them as well. Don't be so self-absorbed that you believe you're not worth something to someone. You matter more to people than you realize, and those that reject you are usually people that don't deserve your attention anyway. If you hate your job, find a new one. Go get your degree. If you go to bed dreading tomorrow, figure out what's missing and FIX IT IMMEDIATELY. Start reaching out to people who can help you and stop telling yourself it's stupid to even try. Never be afraid to assert yourself. You are the only one responsible for making yourself happy. If you mess that up, there is NO back-up plan or do-over. The clock is ticking. Are you going to actually get with the program today, or are you going to spend more time deluding yourself that you'll start tomorrow?
Do not be afraid to live.
I'm going to sob at the funeral. I'll miss this girl, and I'll be devastated for her family. As I've said, the pain I can only imagine they're going through makes my heart hurt. But then I'm going to walk out of that church determined not to stay satisfied with just barely keeping with my head above water. Everything that I'm doing to improve my life can be intensified. I have no reason to not attempt to do more. All of my personal set-backs shouldn't have so much power. I think I've been in denial about just how weak I allow myself to be sometimes. I pride myself on my strength and intellect, but I don't always give myself a chance to grow. I become anxious or guilty. It's so exhausting. It's so unnecessary when I think about all the people I've lost who would have done anything for one more day.
My goal before I die, whether it be at the age of twenty-four or eighty-four, is to experience something new as often as humanly possible. In addition, I plan to tackle every single fear I have. Every. Last. One. Right now the list feels long and unmanageable. I'm probably going to screw up royally a few times. I'd rather make mistakes then not at least go after what I want. I think I'd rather be hurt or angry or disappointed by the things that go wrong than not feel much of anything at all.
Love,
FF.
Dear Everyone -
Do not be afraid to live.
"Life is precious." It's such a maudlin, hackneyed cliche. It's also completely, utterly true. Nothing in this world is permanent. All that is tangible will someday be lost, broken. Those we love will not be in our presence forever. The things that matter most have no permanence - that's the way it should be. A life that is static, predictable, or comfortable isn't a life worth living.
Today my community lost a beautiful, vivacious woman. She was twenty-three. She had just finished college and had come back home to start the next chapter in her life. Her death was horrific. She was taken off of life support this morning, long after all brain activity had ceased.
I can't imagine what her mother must have felt for days on end, watching her child lie in a strange hospital bed, and knowing that her daughter would never open her eyes again. Or to be her boyfriend, praying for a miracle but preparing for the worst, most unthinkable outcome. I try to put myself in her best friend's place and fail miserably. What would it be like to see someone I love and care for, someone I consider a sister, suffer then die? What would the pain of crying for a smile that's lost, for a voice that's been stolen, be like? The word 'crippling' comes to mind. I fear that's only the tip of the iceberg.
I, along with several others around me, missed out on truly knowing this loving, lovely individual. We were friendly and enjoyed talking to one another sporadically. There were a few times when I thought about asking her to have coffee, but didn't. I was too busy. Too overwhelmed with school or work or family or my existing circle of friends. A few other people I know have made the same comments to me since Saturday. We feel we have little to no right to cry over this girl's death, yet we feel shocked. Perhaps it's a natural reaction. The loss of a person so young always has an effect that lies somewhere between numbing and sobering. This is far from the first time I've seen someone bursting with vitality and youth have their life cut short with a sickening thud of reality: No one on this earth lives forever. The young have no refuge.
The truth of that fact reverberates through me now.
I lost someone back in April, someone closer to me. She was a person whose spirit impacted me greatly. But in a way, she was another person I missed out on, for reasons I don't care to disclose. She was inspirational. This was a woman that spent every waking moment giving. She was ripped away weeks after her thirtieth birthday, and she gave until the very end. There was an article in the paper about the eight people whose lives were saved after her organs were donated. It was her fervent wish to do so. It shouldn't have surprised me, but it almost still does. For me, she was the very personification of light. Warmth, love, and kindness poured from every fiber of her being, magnifying her physical beauty and drawing the most cynical of people into her radiance. She was born into so much heartache, but there was a constant smile on her face. She took her hardships and became empowered.
Do not be afraid to live.
There is nothing so important as love and new experiences and joy. The daily grind, the pettiness, the worry, the gossip, the dramas, both minor and major, still amount to nothing. As long as you have breath within you, live fearlessly. Tear your life apart and start anew. There is never a reason or obstacle big enough to prevent you from doing otherwise. Life is only as complicated as you make it. Trepidation can kill you long before a tumor will. People fool themselves into thinking they're terrified of failure, but I believe many of us are afraid of change. So we resist, and we make excuses. Why are you afraid to be happy? If you reply that you aren't, but you still aren't doing anything to radically change the course of your existence, you may want to think twice. With every second that you spend agonizing over minutia, whether it's holding a grudge against a loved one or worrying over what someone on an Internet forum said to you, you miss out. I'm not saying the little things should never rile you up or upset you. But what I am saying is that only a tiny handful of the population truly knows what it means to make each day count.
Which group are you in?
I don't want to lose someone else before I barely get to know them. And I don't want to die and have people mourn for what could have been. If I knew that in a few days my life would end? I certainly wouldn't be crying over silly arguments and acting as if my grades define me as a person. My family and friends would be asked to live for me after I take my final breath. I would beg them to change anything and everything they could about their own lives. They would be told, repeatedly, to stop holding back so much. We all do that: we all suppress what we want to say or do or dream. I think it's because we condition ourselves to accept excuses as truths. We allow "I can't" to become a valid reason not to TRY. We might as well climb into our caskets now and ask someone to slam the lid shut. If you're going to sit there and spin your wheels or wallow in despair, you're NOT living. You're merely existing, and you're not giving yourself a chance to do much more.
What I intend to do now is not make the same mistake twice. After my friend passed away earlier this year, I promised myself I wouldn't waste so much time on the unimportant stuff. When I found out yesterday that someone else I knew was about to pass on, I realized I'd broken that promise. Shame on me for taking so much for granted. I write all this in hopes of some bit of accountability. And I do hope that those of you who skim this (I won't fool myself into believing people are hanging on every word when there's so many other threads to read on here) will actually take my words to heart.
If you love someone, tell them. If they don't already know, drop everything and find them. Now. Stop making excuses. Stop being afraid. You're cheating yourself, and you're cheating them as well. Don't be so self-absorbed that you believe you're not worth something to someone. You matter more to people than you realize, and those that reject you are usually people that don't deserve your attention anyway. If you hate your job, find a new one. Go get your degree. If you go to bed dreading tomorrow, figure out what's missing and FIX IT IMMEDIATELY. Start reaching out to people who can help you and stop telling yourself it's stupid to even try. Never be afraid to assert yourself. You are the only one responsible for making yourself happy. If you mess that up, there is NO back-up plan or do-over. The clock is ticking. Are you going to actually get with the program today, or are you going to spend more time deluding yourself that you'll start tomorrow?
Do not be afraid to live.
I'm going to sob at the funeral. I'll miss this girl, and I'll be devastated for her family. As I've said, the pain I can only imagine they're going through makes my heart hurt. But then I'm going to walk out of that church determined not to stay satisfied with just barely keeping with my head above water. Everything that I'm doing to improve my life can be intensified. I have no reason to not attempt to do more. All of my personal set-backs shouldn't have so much power. I think I've been in denial about just how weak I allow myself to be sometimes. I pride myself on my strength and intellect, but I don't always give myself a chance to grow. I become anxious or guilty. It's so exhausting. It's so unnecessary when I think about all the people I've lost who would have done anything for one more day.
My goal before I die, whether it be at the age of twenty-four or eighty-four, is to experience something new as often as humanly possible. In addition, I plan to tackle every single fear I have. Every. Last. One. Right now the list feels long and unmanageable. I'm probably going to screw up royally a few times. I'd rather make mistakes then not at least go after what I want. I think I'd rather be hurt or angry or disappointed by the things that go wrong than not feel much of anything at all.
Love,
FF.
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Vail_Indigo
Guest
Dear FF
Mostly I just like pushing Ausus.
Twisting her all up in emotional knots.
Twist.
Twist.
Twist.
horrifically yours,
Vail
Mostly I just like pushing Ausus.
Twisting her all up in emotional knots.
Twist.
Twist.
Twist.
horrifically yours,
Vail
FuckFantasy
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Vail_Indigo
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Dear Vail -
....
OH.
- F Squared
Dear FF
its so much fun when they
snap.
brokenly yours,
V
Drunken_Angel
Princess Absinthe
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Dear words,
Thank you for diving me insane.
Love, DA
Thank you for diving me insane.
Love, DA
FuckFantasy
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Yeah, so is this the part where you ask me 'Why so serious' and Batman comes around the corner and tries to beat your ass?
Light Ice
A Real Bastard
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- 5,396
Yeah, so is this the part where you ask me 'Why so serious' and Batman comes around the corner and tries to beat your ass?
Batman is presently stroking himself off to anime and sobbing simultaneously. I'm afraid it'll have to be Wolverine that does the under-ground cage fighting BDSM ass kicking.
Good news is that after he delivers said ass-kicking he generally offers up lunch. Sushi anyone?
V
Vail_Indigo
Guest
Yeah, so is this the part where you ask me 'Why so serious' and Batman comes around the corner and tries to beat your ass?
Dear FF
I come with a high caliber handgun and the wisdom to know when to haul ass.
-V
FuckFantasy
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I wish someone could invent a machine where I could magically appear at your desk for FIVE minutes. Just five. That's all I need. Because you deserve... something for making me grin.
Light Ice
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We deserve longer then five, hot stuff.
FuckFantasy
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Knowing me, I'd find a way to stretch it into at least four hours.
The first of which would be spent on my knees.
