Though break ups are emotionally tragic, they are sometimes necessary. Here you will find a collection of tear jerker to comical: break up letters, poems, pics, videos, etc. Feel free to submit a break up letter or story etc! Enjoy!

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3 years ago | 6 notes

And so begins the breakup series. It won’t be long, I promise. Jordon was a JERK. Lord have mercy on the next girl.


And so begins the breakup series. It won’t be long, I promise. Jordon was a JERK. Lord have mercy on the next girl.

Via Indecent Stixposure
3 years ago | 2 notes

Hello old and new followers.

 I will back in Jan.

peace n love

3 years ago | 892 notes

forever reblog


forever reblog

(Source: electronic-life)

Via annyeong
3 years ago | 1 note




You can’t blame this guy for wanting to end it. As if your girlfriend owning a snuggie isn’t mind-hauntingly disturbing enough, when she wears it to bed a line has to be drawn. Sleeved fleece-blankets are the pedoes of the blanket world. LOL

3 years ago | 2 notes

A (Break Up) Letter to Santa

By: Chris Bucholz

Dear Santa,

Apologies for the lateness of my letter this year. I’ve been super jammed up at work lately - client meetings and Christmas potlucks and just your basic fire-putting-out left and right. Although I guess I don’t have to tell you about busy Decembers do I? Just freaking out on the elves or screaming into the phone with Taiwanese electronics manufacturers who are messing up your supply chain. “These crying babies will not poop themselves if I don’t get 30,000 LC-202H’s by fucking yesterday Mr. Hsu!” I’ve heard your stories.

I’m sorry to say that this letter is a little different than my previous communiques. No mere itemized list of my wants for the year, nor even a list of the reasons I feel I’m worthy of such treasures. I know my cloak of lies never fooled you for long, but I imagined that you got a kick out of reading it regardless. “Ho Ho Ho! Someone seems to have left out all that masturbating in the break room.”

No, unfortunately I need to say something a little weightier this time. I guess I’m beating around the bush now, so I’ll cut right to the point:

I’m breaking up with you.

I know this is a shitty thing to do by letter. Especially after 30 years together. But I honestly never know when we’re going to see each other next, with our work schedules and your travel. I guess I could have gone down to the mall to tell you all this in person. But that’s no place for a conversation like this. Imagine that! Parents and kids and the dork at the Orange Julius stand staring and gaping at us as we both broke down in tears. What a scene.

I don’t want to give you the wrong idea. I’m not breaking up with you because of the repeated public allegations concerning your non-existence. I know how they hurt you, and they hurt me too. No, they sicken me. Every time someone tries to tell me you don’t exist, I just feel awful and gross and sick. The last time someone said that to me, I was on the toilet basically forever.sadsantaAlso, I haven’t met someone else. I mean seriously, who else could do what you’ve done for me? Jesus? Oh he’s a good listener, sure. But try getting gifts from that guy. I know what you’re going to say. “What about that Shamwow guy? He sends you stuff all the time!” Well yes, he does send me stuff after I send him letters. But I typically have to pay for it. “You sick fuck,” I hear you screaming, but it’s not like that Santa. That’s just how telecommerce works. You’re stuck in your ways, so maybe you won’t understand.

If those are the reasons I’m not breaking up with you, then what are the reasons I am? First and foremost, I just don’t think you care that much about me any more. Back when we were first starting out it was different. Magical. Glorious. You made me feel special Santa. When I wanted a Big Wheel, who was there giving me a Big Wheel? You were. Remember that? How I laughed and laughed and peed a bit? What a great day. I had a rash of happiness. But lately? Well, let’s recap my letter from Christmas 2008. As you’ll recall, I requested:

Fallout 3.

A 4% raise.

A wind-up of military operations in Afghanistan.

And what did you get me? Cooking lessons? Continuing escalation in troop levels and little to no progress training the Afghani security forces? And a fucking CSI video game? How do you think I felt about that?

csigameEat my ass, Santa. That’s how I felt about it.

And the cookie thing. Seriously, what the hell? Who said those were for you? I could maybe see it if I’d left them on the mantle, but I don’t have a mantle. They were on the coffee table. And the dinner table. And the night stand. And a dozen other places. Besides, those weren’t for you, I just didn’t put them away before I went to bed. Why did you think they were for you? And don’t just say “because you were drunk.” That’s not going to fly with me any more, Santa, and is a topic for a whole ‘nother letter besides.


In terms of the logistics of this whole break-up, by the time you read this, all my stuff will be gone. I know that doesn’t make any sense at all, because we don’t actually live together. But I’d just feel more comfortable living someplace without all those memories attached. I’m going to move back in with my parents for awhile. They really don’t understand this at all, but are supportive. You know how they felt about our relationship:

"You’re too old for him."

"It’s just not a healthy way to live."

"Son, I’m retired now. I don’t have time for this any more."

I debated long and hard about whether to return all the gifts you gave me, before ultimately deciding against it. This was mostly for practical reasons - I honestly have no idea where most of them are anymore. And besides, what are you going to do with a bunch of used books and socks? Keep em in a box and bring them out every now and then to cry over them? Or give them to the next guy? Will you tell him what I did in those socks? Or will that stay locked up in your naughty list?

Finally, I hope that we can still stay friends. I know a lot of our mutual friends have stopped writing to you entirely, and I don’t want you to start feeling isolated, especially from people in your own age group. Because you spend way too much time around kids Santa. Don’t think I didn’t notice your behavior after I told you about how I didn’t feel ready for children yet (re: “Chris Bucholz Letter to Santa, Dec-2007.” How since then you’re always down at the mall with someone’s kid on your knee? I’m not going to come right out and say it’s weird to spend so much time around kids that aren’t your own. Just don’t let me see you on Dateline some day, ‘k?

(I’m sorry about that. That was uncalled for. Not “going-to-delete-it” uncalled for, but close. I’m sorry. We can stay mature about this Santa.)

Goodbye, Santa. I will never stop believing in you.


- Chris Bucholz

3 years ago | 2 notes

Dude Dumps Cheating Girlfriend ON AIR!

3 years ago | 55 notes

Dear boyfriend,


I am sorry to break it to you, but I no longer love you.

No, its not because I was infatuated or in lust; rather, it is because you were infatuated.
You fell for a small portion of me—the happy portion, the portion that always smiled and never caused probblems.

You did not expect to fall in love with the part of me that lugged a great and heavy past along—the part that suffered through divorce, betrayal, and depression. That part surprised you, and your infatuation could not handle it.

You used your surprise and disappointment to turn against me and bash me with your words. I am, of course, the weaker one, the subordinate womanly-figure who apologises and backs down for you.

I am tired of it. Tired of your blames, your accusations, your inability to handle the worst of me when you only crave the best. You want a doll, a model with smiles, and only smiles.

That is not who I am. Tell you a secret: I am every woman out there who laughs and cries and smiles. I am every woman out there who has her good moments and her bad, moments where she wants to hug and laugh and share the world’s wonders with you, moments where she wants to cry and scream and share her pain with you. 

Shared joy is doubled; shared sorrow is halved. But not for you, my dear. You are a prince, lost in a surreal fairytale and searching for his princess, but truthfully, reality offers no princesses.

Goodbye, my dear. I wish you the best with your future.

From your departing girlfriend.

Via Dear Meat
3 years ago | 15 notes

You shouldn’t feel sorry for what you chose. You shouldn’t feel sorry for finding yourself, for loving yourself a little more. You said sorry di ba? Sometimes it’s better for people to break up, so they can grow up. It takes grown-ups to make relationships work.

- Mark Ineza (Derek Ramsay) - One More Chance (via patrickalguire)
Via My Mind On Shuffle
3 years ago

It’s never a waste of time. If you loved another person, or if you were loved by him/her it wasn’t a waste of time. The reality is, there is no isurance policy with these break ups.

3 years ago | 21 notes

It always feels worse the next day.

3 years ago | 8 notes

fallen tears


tears have wrinkled

and eroded my paper

for too long, but

for what reason?
the unshackling of my heart & soul,

and freedom

 as well as the allowance for the

continuum for the search of my missing piece;

so why cry when it wasn’t meant,

why try & force

myself in to her world

when it’s full & mine hasn’t

reached a quarters cup,

why push away open

arms, attempting to embrace me;

who want me &

my love?

Via pieces to my puzzle