The Meaning of Skinny Love, explained by Justin Vernon (Bon Iver)

(Source: danceabletragedy)

Kudos if you actually read this.

this is an open letter to the douchebag i had been seeing for the past 4 months who failed to mention he had been sleeping and still talking to his ex-girlfriend and is now dating her again. this ended like 3 weeks ago and i’ve been wanting to do this since.

dear douchebag,

fuck you. i’ve had guys screw me over before but not like you did. you treated me like i was your fucking girlfriend. YOU texted ME everyday and YOU came and visited ME every weekend. i never made the fucking effort and never in any way indicated that i wanted more than a physical relationship with you. so if you thought you were somehow ‘playing me’…you are goddamn wrong. the only reason i’m not falling apart is because from the start, something in my gut told me i couldn’t trust you. i don’t know what it was. my friends told me i had commitment and trust issues and that i should give you a chance cause i expect the worst in people and you really were a nice guy. but no, i just couldn’t do it. i refused to let you in. and i was fucking right. i couldn’t let myself like you. and i thank my heart and my willpower for that. you kissed me and held my hand and that made me so incredibly uncomfortable. i couldn’t take anything you did seriously. you even had the audacity to insist on meeting my parents. really..what the fuck was the point of that? if i was any other girl, i would be head over heels for you and loving everything you did. but i didn’t. i couldn’t. i’m not saying i’m made of stone, of course i thought that shit was cute but i felt something was off.

and to make matters the worst, you don’t even have the fucking balls to tell me your done seeing me and going out with your ex-girlfriend who lives in fucking colorado (we live in chicago)? not even a text? screw you. i honestly can’t even be selfish in this situation because she didn’t even know about me and that poor girl probably thought your sorry ass was being faithful. i don’t exactly regret being with you. because the memories were great. we DID have fun times. but i have completely and whole-heartidly have lost all respect for you. you are a dishonest, cowardly, insecure asshole. you have just added to my inability to trust people. and i mean this from the bottom of my heart, fuck you.

yours truly, the one who always saw through your bullshit.

p.s. i swear if i ever see you in public i will punch you in the weiner. and if i see your dumbass car, i’m going to fucking key it.


noplansandtoomuchtime:

could we all just take a moment and admire my amazing Goodwill find? 

1957 Polaroid land camera

holy fuck. so jealous.