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if you aren’t going to tell them…

you may as well tell everyone.



write a letter to someone that broke your heart. try to keep it short - 2 to 3 sentences.

        
their name,

your message.

- your name






letters to crushes




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</description><title>letters from the crushed</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @crushed)</generator><link>http://crushed.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>S,
You said you didn’t want to hurt me, I think that’s worse.
— W</title><description>&lt;p&gt;S,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You said you didn’t want to hurt me, I think that’s worse.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;— W&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://crushed.tumblr.com/post/253702899</link><guid>http://crushed.tumblr.com/post/253702899</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 Nov 2009 20:26:55 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Perfect, glowy &amp; good kid,
Your eyes bore holes into my forehead, but my heart is what is...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Perfect, glowy &amp; good kid,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Your eyes bore holes into my forehead, but my heart is what is hurting. Let me in or let me go.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;— That girl with the hair&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://crushed.tumblr.com/post/252544403</link><guid>http://crushed.tumblr.com/post/252544403</guid><pubDate>Sat, 21 Nov 2009 22:01:56 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>you,
i would ride the train into your heart, but the tickets cost too much.
— broke(n).</title><description>&lt;p&gt;you,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i would ride the train into your heart, but the tickets cost too much.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;— broke(n).&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://crushed.tumblr.com/post/251367775</link><guid>http://crushed.tumblr.com/post/251367775</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Nov 2009 20:48:45 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>s,
I’m trying to move on. Actually, what I meant was: I’m giving up.
— a</title><description>&lt;p&gt;s,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I’m trying to move on. Actually, what I meant was: I’m giving up.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;— a&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://crushed.tumblr.com/post/250353157</link><guid>http://crushed.tumblr.com/post/250353157</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Nov 2009 22:10:09 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>D,
i give up. okay? you win. i don’t want to compete. i never wanted to compete about who’s happier...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;D,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i give up. okay? you win. i don’t want to compete. i never wanted to compete about who’s happier or who’s better off. i give up on trying to be nice and trying to be friends. i don’t want to be nice. it’s hard being nice. i don’t want to be friends if it’s going to be this hard. it’s hard watching you self-destruct. it makes me feel like the person i liked died somewhere in between. i don’t want to be a part of your life anymore. maybe then you would stop your shit and see what you’re doing to yourself.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;you win.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;— V&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://crushed.tumblr.com/post/249154096</link><guid>http://crushed.tumblr.com/post/249154096</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Nov 2009 22:10:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Sandy Boy,
I walk past our old places. Our old memories. And know things are different. Miss you.
—...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Sandy Boy,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I walk past our old places. Our old memories. And know things are different. Miss you.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;— SoJo Girl&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://crushed.tumblr.com/post/247951609</link><guid>http://crushed.tumblr.com/post/247951609</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Nov 2009 22:03:30 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>E,
Isn’t it too bad that we didn’t do anything because we couldn’t jeopardize such...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;E,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Isn’t it too bad that we didn’t do anything because we couldn’t jeopardize such a great friendship? We’re barely friends anymore, and we’re both still unhappy.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;— P&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://crushed.tumblr.com/post/246733901</link><guid>http://crushed.tumblr.com/post/246733901</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Nov 2009 22:00:01 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>yo,
what is your problem. we could have gone so far.
— you know who you are</title><description>&lt;p&gt;yo,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;what is your problem. we could have gone so far.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;— you know who you are&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://crushed.tumblr.com/post/242842308</link><guid>http://crushed.tumblr.com/post/242842308</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Nov 2009 15:16:36 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>All you had to do was tell me, you coward.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;All you had to do was tell me, you coward.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://crushed.tumblr.com/post/226300693</link><guid>http://crushed.tumblr.com/post/226300693</guid><pubDate>Wed, 28 Oct 2009 18:39:47 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>boy,
yeah obviously i think you do not like me like that. i just want to say that i really think you...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;boy,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;yeah obviously i think you do not like me like that. i just want to say that i really think you are beautiful and if i could peel you apart and kiss every wound away i would. you’re made of the stars and you’re too much for me to think of. i wish i didn’t meet you ever, watching you kiss her, my friend, broke my heart.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;— boy&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://crushed.tumblr.com/post/220345254</link><guid>http://crushed.tumblr.com/post/220345254</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Oct 2009 18:34:47 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>boii,
i used to have a countdown of when u would c me, and now i have a countdown of when ill move...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;boii,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i used to have a countdown of when u would c me, and now i have a countdown of when ill move away and not c u with ur girlfriend&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;— ur best friend&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://crushed.tumblr.com/post/214947925</link><guid>http://crushed.tumblr.com/post/214947925</guid><pubDate>Fri, 16 Oct 2009 16:38:35 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>s,
even with the distance, slowly wearing at your name, your hands still catch the light the right...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;s,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;even with the distance, slowly wearing at your name, your hands still catch the light the right way and our hearts still beat the same.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;— e&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://crushed.tumblr.com/post/212462927</link><guid>http://crushed.tumblr.com/post/212462927</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Oct 2009 22:02:01 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>boy in the car next to me,
the expression on your face was so heart-breaking that i wanted to hop...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;boy in the car next to me,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;the expression on your face was so heart-breaking that i wanted to hop into your car and give you a hug. who knows, maybe i could’ve been the one who made you feel better.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;— girl with the goofy sunglasses in the car next to you&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://crushed.tumblr.com/post/211478562</link><guid>http://crushed.tumblr.com/post/211478562</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 Oct 2009 20:15:55 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Honey,
Look! Look! There’s like, a tiny little scar with your name on it.
— Bee</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Honey,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Look! Look! There’s like, a tiny little scar with your name on it.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;— Bee&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://crushed.tumblr.com/post/204441189</link><guid>http://crushed.tumblr.com/post/204441189</guid><pubDate>Sun, 04 Oct 2009 16:08:04 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Hi there,
This is probably not the place for this, because I’m writing this to tell you that...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Hi there,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This is probably not the place for this, because I’m writing this to tell you that I’m finally over you. So you don’t have to be afraid anymore and we can be best friends again. Right? I’m sorry I went batshit crazy when you turned me down.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I also need your help with math again because without you I’m failing miserably.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Always,&lt;br/&gt;Your crazy best friend&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://crushed.tumblr.com/post/202818372</link><guid>http://crushed.tumblr.com/post/202818372</guid><pubDate>Fri, 02 Oct 2009 16:33:05 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>b,
when i asked you to help me calculate the risk/reward of my theoretical crush on you, i was...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;b,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;when i asked you to help me calculate the risk/reward of my theoretical crush on you, i was actually hoping for more than unknown variables.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;— a&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://crushed.tumblr.com/post/202049010</link><guid>http://crushed.tumblr.com/post/202049010</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 Oct 2009 18:01:41 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>To the world.
…And sometimes, my tears just start strolling.
— Tired and sick of being the...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;To the world.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;…And sometimes, my tears just start strolling.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;— Tired and sick of being the lost one.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://crushed.tumblr.com/post/200568216</link><guid>http://crushed.tumblr.com/post/200568216</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Sep 2009 22:03:52 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>S,
Stop confusing the heck out of me every day.
— J</title><description>&lt;p&gt;S,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Stop confusing the heck out of me every day.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;— J&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://crushed.tumblr.com/post/199694348</link><guid>http://crushed.tumblr.com/post/199694348</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Sep 2009 22:02:08 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>o,
ok, well i cant keep this short. you stared at me constantly in class. you used to try to talk to...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;o,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;ok, well i cant keep this short. you stared at me constantly in class. you used to try to talk to me and sit nexr to me, you asked my name and even asked me to sit next to you. you asked me to come walk with you when you were going to take a paper to someone for the teacher. you put yourself so far out there, i see that in hindsight. but i have this weird thing where i think every time a guy likes me its just a joke. i didnt want to reciprocate and be heartbroken, im sorry. but now i’ve changed schools and last i heard you had a girlfriend so i guess i missed my chance. i want you. come back.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;— me&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://crushed.tumblr.com/post/198767122</link><guid>http://crushed.tumblr.com/post/198767122</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 Sep 2009 22:01:59 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>J,
I’m sorry partying is more fun than being with me.
— C.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;J,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I’m sorry partying is more fun than being with me.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;— C.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://crushed.tumblr.com/post/197903107</link><guid>http://crushed.tumblr.com/post/197903107</guid><pubDate>Sat, 26 Sep 2009 22:00:50 -0400</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
