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[silhouetteofyou]

Letter to a f(r)iend:

We're not dating anymore.
I should no longer
have to apologize
when my face gets
in the way of your
spit.

Respectfully,
Your lost and ever-losing lover.

P.S. So this is what a night off looks like! How the FUCK is everyone?

Comments

[iciclehott]

Alex? I miss you.

[silhouetteofyou]

Kelly? How are you?

Still pretty and empowered, I hope.

[iciclehott]

lol, still giving the administration a run for their money, if that's what you mean.

i'm all right. i, um, going to emory next year. mom's done with all her cancer stuff, she's onto a broken wrist now.

two shows opening within the next two weeks, that should be...exciting.

how bout you, honey, how are you?

[purplecowgirl]

seriously, let's do coffee sometime. we've seen each other once this year and we live 15 minutes apart! nonsense!

[silhouetteofyou]

It's a tragedy, is what it is. I blame it on New York ... swallows you whole if you don't fight back.

But fuck THAT. Let's reclaim fragile friendships in spite of this frenzied city!

The flower ain't dead, sweet girl, it just needs some water.

And you have my number.

Love.
- Alex

[silhouetteofyou]

I'm going back to Dublin this summer, too!

305.297.5276.

Call me, you crazy monkey.

[josoul]

Nights off are fucking amazing. Thank goodness for mondays.
Can you come visit me soon? I think that would be kinda fun, maybe.

[anonymous]

Letter to an ass...

I IM you and you don't write back.
What the fuck.

It could use some tweaking, but the message is clear.

-veebes

[silhouetteofyou]

Hey! Eaaasssy, flower child. Take a deep breath.

I must have not been at my computer. It happens, sometimes. I'm rarely online anymore, either.

But! I'm dying to know you who you are becoming, and meet you all over again. So write me an email! Or call me. I promise I'll be in touch.

Stay Spring-ful and light on your feet,
- Alex