Okay. Here we go. 3rd week for submitting.
Remember: You can submit to lovekalamazoo@gmail.com or on the comments for this post (you click on the title of the post--submission post for 1/25/09 to 2/6/09--or the comments link, and at the very bottom there will be a comment form where you submit. I know. The fact that it is on the bottom is very obnoxious.).
Thanks guys. <3
Theme: Love letters to Kalamazoo.
14 comments:
Hey, if you're going to spam this, try to not be crude. By the way, you can joke about pretty much everything anymore, but rape is still not. okay. Do NOT joke about it. Do NOT perpetuate any stereotypes. I don't say this about anything really, except for this--I hope it TRULY happens to you or to somebody you love (can you do it, I mean, really can you do it or are you too stuck on your own superiority?) so you can understand the agony it creates.
I saw the comments before they were hidden, and seriously, poster/s, I am appalled. I can't believe you would honestly try to deface something made with such good intentions as this. Take your bullshit to postsecret, this isn't the place for your filth and mockery.
Thank you for at least trying. That alone means sooo much.
Dear Kalamazoo,
I love you because you are and always will be my home. Thanks for being a part of shaping me into who I am. Folks who think that there's nothing to do here are wrong.
Also, who couldn't love a city that used to make celery cereal?
Really guys? It's not funny. It's sick and disgusting. First off, you don't joke about rape. You have no idea what it feels like and you never know when someone who reads this has actually been through that kind of hell. I have no clue what gave you the idea that this is in any way acceptable by any social norms whatsoever. Grow the fuck up.
i love that when i looked accross the table all i could see was myself in your eyes. i love that when you grab my hand, you grab it a little tighter to let me know you care. i love that you open my door and make sure im not too cold. i love that no matter how far you may be... you're always within reach.
I'd be your hummus any day.
Dear Kalamazoo,
You keep drawing my family back and you will always be a part of me. I'm thankful for the opportunities and friendships you've given me. I'll wear my "Yes, there really is a Kalamazoo!" t-shirt often because, of course, you're something to be proud of.
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