SORT BY
TODAY
THIS WEEK
THIS MONTH
ALL TIME
Dear boyfriend,
Thank you for continuing to hold my hand when the man on the subway started yelling that "all fags will burn in hell." I love you.
Dear little sister,
I am so glad I took you to the library to help you learn sign language so you could befriend the deaf kid at school.
Dear racist,
Your car is Japanese. Your beer is German. Your wine is Spanish. Your democracy is Greek. Your coffee is Colombian. Your tea is Chinese. Your watch is Swiss. Your fashion is French. Your shirt is Indian. Your shoes are Thai. Your radio is Korean. Your vodka is Russian. And then you complain that your neighbor is an immigrant?
Dear world,
Contrary to popular belief, I don't hate homosexuals.
Dear girls,
Can you have those "sweatpants, hair tied, chillin with no makeup on" days more often? It makes you look way more beautiful than having on all that crap you call makeup.
Dear kid bullying the only openly gay boy in class,
I dare you to lay a finger on him.
Dear Society,
Not every Christian shoves the bible down people's throats, not every Muslim is a terrorist, not every Buddhist is asian. Not every girl is a slut, and not every boy is a d-bag. Not like every like gay man like talks like this and with a lisp, not every lesbian hits on every girl. Yo, not every black boi talks like dis, and dude, not like every white guy talks like this, man. We are ALL different, and no stereotype can ever define us.
Dear Playgrounds,
Please become adult sized. Just because I'm 20 doesn't mean I wouldn't have as much fun as I did when I was 12.
Dear father,
My boyfriend approves of me, that's all I need.
Dear colleges,
I'm black and I don't think minorities should get an advantage. White people used to get more opportunities and THAT was considered racist, how is it OK for us to do it now?
Dear e-Books,
I don't care how heavy they are. I don't care if they supposedly kill trees. I don't care if they don't have a well-lit screen. Nothing beats the smell of printed paper and leather, and the tingle in your fingers when you turn the first page of a new book. You can't smell a Nook.
Dear alcohol, cocaine, cigarettes and meth,
I win.
Dear infertile couples wasting thousands of dollars on in-vitro fertilization with little chance of success,
What about me?
Dear Noah,
We could have sworn you said the ark wasn't leaving till 5.
THIS IS PAGE 2
EVERYTHING WITHIN A MILLION PIXEL RADIUS OF HERE, COPYRIGHT © DEARBLANKPLEASEBLANK.COM - CONTACT US - TERMS AND PRIVACY - ABOUT US