Texts I’d Send Boys If I Was Always An Honest Person

This is so relevant

Thought Catalog

I consider myself an honest person. I just have this thing where I ‘m not honest with boys of interest because I’m afraid they’ll think I’m in love with them and I think it’s because on Entourage if a girl did anything at all they called her crazy. If I had never seen Entourage and was comfortable with my deepest, darkest, most honest feelings, these are some of the texts I would have and should have sent to various dick-bearing creatures.

I know you cheated because I accidentally stalked you. It was one time and it was literally an accident.

Why do you ask me questions that you could ask Google?

I wrote about you for a writing class and everyone said you were a stupid jerk and they asked me where you lived so they could come bully you even the professor.

A Gossip Girl cast member told me…

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Poetry Dabbles XIII

((Note: I took a poetry class in college and I just remembered all those poems I wrote still exist on my computer, so I’m going to start posting them from time to time. This is one where the prompt was to write in more of a prose style.)

White Picket Fences

I was driving the other day, I can’t recall the exact time, but it definitely was last week. . . I think. The road seemed familiar and distinct, again, I couldn’t recall why. The neighborhood made me feel like I belonged but I just couldn’t get out of my car and call any of these houses ‘home’.

But then it hit me.

This is where you used to live. The house on the corner, with the side yard that looked out onto the street and where that shooting happened that one time. . . I wasn’t there for that. Your best friend lives across the street, and his family still calls you family. I feel like a ghost in this part of town. Like there’s a threshold I can’t cross and I’m stuck on my side. You don’t live there anymore, I know this, but it feels like you still do and I can’t move on and can’t intrude on your life or the lives of your neighbors. 

—ELG