SEND ME THE PILLOW, THE ONE THAT YOU DREAM ON

Harry Potter 4 prez!

More like Hermione 4 prez!!! Viva la femme!!!!!!

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How doth the little crocodile improve his shining tail and pour the waters of the Nile, on every golden scale. How cheerfully he seems to grin, how neatly spreads his claws and welcomes little fishes in, with gently smiling jaws.

Dear Adam John Grandmaisona.k.a. Adam22 a.k.a. @adamtwentytwo,



I win. YOU lose. 

In the duration of our “relationship” you slept with multiple girls, all of which were 1000 times less hotter and smarter than I am and I said nothing about it because like you mentioned, we had a “don’t ask, don’t tell” policy. You flew me out to New York, and I hooked up with someone behind your back and completely fucked with your head and your heart before you could fuck with mine.

Get over it, get over yourself, get over me. Your multiple blog entries and message-board posts dedicated to me only come off as nothing short of pathetic and needy. I do realize the hypocrisy here, since I am writing about you in a blog post but maybe I just have to play fire with fire?

I have no shame in the things we did, or what I did behind your back, as I am extremely comfortable with my sexuality and confident as a person. And once again, according to you, we had a “don’t ask, don’t tell” policy. My only regrets are:

1) That you are such a pigheaded moron because your family was AWESOME.
2) Hurting the 3rd party individual in our bad romance.

In short, thanks for the dick, and allowing me to experience New York for free.







Cordially yours,
Desiree-Elyda
xoxox



(PS: Ladies, yes, his penis actually does look like a burn victim.)

Lately I have been doing a lot of self reflection and realization. Today I put on Jhazmyne’s Lullabye for the first time in a few years and although I hate relating my life to song lyrics, I couldn’t help but feel something when I read this and think of you. I’m sorry. You didn’t deserve to get hurt.



“With this tainted image of me
With no longer love but disappointment
I’m still here
I just forgot I was human for a second
and that I can’t just be some image
I have error

I long to hear your voice again
untainted with openness
I’m sorry for what I have done
I’m sorry
What have I done?
and for what I have done I am truly sorry

Words for you are like my pot of gold
Let me not have spent my riches
but without this friendship I feel poor
Though I will still reflect on what we had
and all of the potential.”

Do you live in Socal?

Not yet.

Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf,
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day,
Nothing gold can stay.