Guest, Musings, Pieces, Return Mail, Series

Fuck Love

Fuck love. I’m tired of trying. No. This isn’t an attempt to sound pained when I’m not. It’s also not an invitation to a pity party; they're just the best lines that describe my feelings towards love at the moment. It’s amazing how a space of one year can completely change your outlook on stuff,… Continue reading Fuck Love

Return Mail, Series

Return Mail: 6519; 10491

“Love is patient...” I’m sorry, but yeah how about I say fuck that. It’s been almost a year of waiting, hoping, that someday you would be here and we would both drink in the same air. A year of waiting for the opportunity to look into your eyes and search your pupils for the imprint… Continue reading Return Mail: 6519; 10491

Return Mail, Series

Return Mail: Boy Scout

Dear, I’d probably never write you anything moving. There was a time I could though – a time I could promise you the world and mean it and then dig my hand in my backpack like a good boy scout but come up empty handed. That time, I loved like I was told that I… Continue reading Return Mail: Boy Scout

Attempt At Humor So You Better Laugh -_-, Return Mail, Series

Return Mail: El Muerte Amor

Love? What do I really know about love? Not much, apparently. OK maybe not apparently... Evidently. OK, OK, maybe not evidently... Definitely. Yeah. Definitely. But I think I know one thing; Falling in love is in many ways, similar to dying. Most of the time, you don’t know when it will happen, it just does. In… Continue reading Return Mail: El Muerte Amor

Return Mail, Series

Return Mail: Dear Love

Dear love, Fuck you. First of all. Cupid? Really? No, really? You entrust your affairs to the hands of a be-diapered infant with an arrow in his hands? You musta lost your goddamn mind. What actually is your game plan? No tell me. Seriously. You start out...interesting. I mean you're fun and quirky and different.… Continue reading Return Mail: Dear Love

Return Mail, Series

Return Mail

I'm excited!!! Okay, not 'three exclamation marks excited'. Maybe two or one. Ah well, what does it matter. I read a 'love letter' the other day that was...nice. Properly constructed, with nice-sounding rhymes, words, etc. But for some reason, it didn't get to me. Felt quite alien. After re-reading, I realised the problem; the letter… Continue reading Return Mail