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yourlovelyspace · 3 days

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Say yes, please 💝

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lilblueorchid · 1 year

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Are you somewhere in this endless blue sky?

Third Huevember! Still on time,,, for now. If I had to pick my favorite game ever, it would be Tales of the Abyss. I learned english back in 2011 specifically for this game. This story has marked me in ways that none other did. It’s a core part of who I am as a storyteller.

The line is from “Dear You”, from Higurashi. I find that the song fits remarkably well Tear’s storyline.

#Huevember 2022 #Huevember #Tales of the Abyss #Tear Grants #ToA #TotA #Tales of #Mystearica Grants #Dear you #flower field #illustration

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ashtrayfloors · 4 months

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Jess Zimmerman, "Why I Am Not Coming In To Work Today" (The Toast, December 2013)

#jess zimmerman #dear you #heartache #december #every year

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estehmanistanpagula · 2 months

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Kepada kamu, yang sedang kutitipkan hatiku.

Jika ingin pergi, mohon taruh pada tempatnya kembali hati-hati.

Sebab meski kokoh, ia sangat mudah rapuh.

Depok, 10 Februari 2024

11:33

#Dear you

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straykisses220 · 8 months

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For you… yes, you

Don’t give up. You’re good enough. You’re literally so beautiful in my eyes. Beautiful in the way the sun kisses the trees in the summer mornings. I know that’s hard to accept sometimes- for I understand how you feel. I understand you.

I’ll be here for you always, I will never leave you. As long as your heart swells and eyes glitter, mine will for you… and for that you’re not a burden.

life is beauty… you are life.

Do you not believe you are as beautiful as life itself? Do you not feel the skin melting towards your bones, do you not feel the warmth of your eyelids when you blink? You are living, so aren’t you as beautiful as life?

Think of the warmth of a needed hug. About the rain pouring down your face. Of the calmness you feel when you glare towardsthe clouds in the blue and gray skies.

I know it hurts a lot. And I know that sometimes it doesn’t even hurt. That sometimes your soul feels drained of that life you so are.

I think of you. Everyday. You run across my mind like it’s a field of sunsets and warm flowers. It gives me joy to see your real smile. The way your eyes squint and your cheeks get pink. I love your eyes, I could stare at them all eternity if I could. For when I look into your eyes, I see that life you hide.

You’re beautiful, and I know you can’t see that, not yet. I wish you could see yourself in my eyes. I love how warm you are. And I love how happy you make me.

So no, don’t give up. The world would feel too bitter without you. I love you.

#ana rant #ana trigger #eating disoder trigger warning #tw ana shit #ed bllog #self h@rm #tw depressing thoughts #bulimima #mealsp0 #ana dairy #journal #letters #dear you #tw ed sheeran #tw self destruction #self mutalition

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dolores-hazy · 1 year

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Dear you,

Before you try to refute it as you are wont to do...yes you are indeed dear. That is not up for debate because that's how I see you, and I hope with my every breath that you can learn to see yourself as what you are at your core and in totality. You are adored and loved for who you are at heart, and at least one soul in this cold world has been warmed thoroughly and enjoyably dazzled by the light yours has so graciously given off. Whether it be a fleeting passing or longer lasting meeting, it makes a difference and is a remarkable occurrence all the same. You see, you are more than what you have told yourself you are--your reach going farther and hold extending deeper than you seem to realize. I could go on and on, but perhaps this is not the time or place or best way. I think of you probably more than I have any right to. So I will try to now think of other things and maybe this note will be enough to rid you from my mind...for the time being anyway.

#smittenbypoetry #writeundertheinfluence #poetryportal #inkstay #twcpoetry #dear you #inspired #unsent letters #love letters #love quotes #poetsandwriters #lit #books and quotes #wnq writers #original writing #creative writing #passion #yearning

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rustbeltjessie · 7 months

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—salted snow turned slush on the streets of Kenosha —telephone calls from Chicago, Blue Ridge Summit; later, Istanbul, NYC —rum in the railyard, the —hats (see also: scally, fedora, pork pie) —Sinatra, Frank —Presley, Elvis —Costello, Elvis —Waits, Tom —Terricloth, Jack —marimba, bone (I am always using that phrase)

Dear You. When you reach my age, which seems impossibly far away these days (and is in truth both much farther away and much sooner than you think), you'll wonder why you're still writing these things. You thought once you could be done with it, but it is impossible because that year (this year, still, for you) is so full. So impossibly full.

—Bride of Frankenstein (see also: "I hope her bones are firm!") —boys in your bed; boys in vans and motel rooms —door number 30 —trains over bridges, tunnels through mountains, rain and rivers —diners where the fries are too salty and the coffee tastes of blood —Nighthawks (at the...) —Nighthawks (painting by Edward Hopper)

Dear You. By god it's too much. You once thought you could be done with this year but at other times you're afraid that by writing it so often, it will disappear. Like each memory is a coin and by putting it down on paper, you are spending it. But each coin returns to your pocket, eventually. Maybe a little dull, a little tarnished, but still valid currency. And then the coins, the memories, that you'd forgotten! So many, like they're newly minted.

—a half-stolen switchblade —a hostel on Bank Street —M. riding shotgun, rolling cigarettes, while that road marimba... —Baltimore's rats and broken roses —Cincinnati cicadas —Ohio fireflies —"In Ohio On Some Steps" (the trumpet vines, the heat and heartache) —Milwaukee girls —a red dress

Dear You. You will think, sometimes, that part of you is trapped in that year. Like the year is a late-night diner with no visible exit, and you are one of the lonesome souls sitting under the yellow globes of light, staring into your coffee, and all now-you can do is stand on the street outside, looking in, hoping for some way to enter just like past-you wishes they could exit (though they're not making much of an attempt). And maybe that's partly true. (For this was the year of learning that so much impossible stuff was at least partly true.) But the you-outside will have to go on, spending these ever-replenishing memory coins. Writing these never-ending lists. They are the currency, and the index, of your becoming.

—Jessie Lynn McMains (from an unfinished essay-poem hybrid thing inspired by a prompt that suggested to write your own 'letters to a young poet,' so I started writing one to my younger self circa 2004, because everything I write is about that year; written summer 2023)

#jessie lynn mcmains #spilled ink #poetry #prose poetry #2023 #nostalgia #dear you #letters to a young poet #2004 #lists #yeah i abandoned this because it was too muddled #but! that final paragraph did give me a way in to an ekphrastic poem about hopper's 'nighthawks' that i've been working on so...

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yourlovelyspace · 6 hours

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I want you to know it 💝

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env0 · 6 months

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Dear You…

Dear FabledAnarchy,

To share words with you is a delight. Your insight. Your light. Your struggled might. You are truly quite the sight. Knowing you has been a gift. I am infatuated and adoring. And ever imploring to learn more.

I wish you all the best in your pursuits. You are both noble and great in your virtues and passions and pleasures. I wish i could do more to assist you on your way, but I do what I can when and how.

I am dumbfounded daily that you choose to keep speaking with me when you are so lovely and smart. I thank you for it. I could only wish to be so fortunate to have someone close to your quality in my daily life offline.

You deserve the world and all fruit its bears.

#fabledanarchy #fabledanarchy2 #ask #ask meme #dear you

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ashtrayfloors · 10 months

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There’s a kind of time travel in letters, isn’t there? I imagine you laughing at my small joke; I imagine you groaning; I imagine you throwing my words away. Do I have you still? Do I address empty air and the flies that will eat this carcass? You could leave me for five years, you could return never—and I have to write the rest of this not knowing.

—Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone, from This Is How You Lose the Time War (Gallery / Saga Press, 2019)

#quotations #typography #amal el mohtar #max gladstone #this is how you lose the time war #spoilers #sorta? idk #books #recently read #letters #dear you #time travel #and it's time time time

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limitlessend · 1 year

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Dear "Healers",

If you feel drained after guiding someone then you've just worked with the ego.

Those who are in pain and are ready to release it, will be open to expanding their consciousness aka dissolving into light.

Those who are in pain and say they want to feel better, are just waiting for you to feed into their story and comfort their ego.

With the former, you will remain aligned with your true Self and thus it can never be draining. It’s the latter that will drain you because you've plugged into your ego.

Unless one is ready to consciously dissolve into light— anything and everything that you say or do will stem from your ego.

—L.A.M.P

#healers #dear you #poeticstories #writeblrcafe #poets on tumblr #writersontumblr #spilled prose #prose poem #stream of conscious writing #prose poetry #new poets society #spilled poetry #poets corner #consciousness #true self #limitlessend #L.A.M.P #dissolveintolight

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estehmanistanpagula · 3 months

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Tuhan, sederhana saja pintaku.

Jaga ia selalu.

Depok, 17 Januari 2024

23:07

#Dear you

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my-thoughts-in-writing · 1 year

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A letter to the boy I loved, but never met

Dear you,

I want you to know that I loved you. Truly. Deeply. Excruciatingly. I loved our FaceTime calls that lasted for hours and watching movies together from different rooms; homes; cities; countries; continents. I loved how you called me baby and whispered i love you over and over again through the phone. I loved when you'd ask me to sing your favorite slow songs as you tried to fall asleep. I loved that you always stayed up when I wasn't tired so I wouldn't be alone, even though you were seven hours ahead and had to wake up in a few hours. I loved when i could hear your breathing even out when you finally fell asleep at night. I loved that you drank your tea from a yellow mug and wore yellow when you missed me because it was my favorite color. I loved that you talked to me as if you were right next to me. I loved when you called me beautiful even when my hair was a mess and I was clad in sweatpants. I love that you taught me what love felt like.

I hated when I had to hang up the phone. I hated that we weren't watching movies off of the same screen. I hated that I had to hear you say i love you through the phone rather than hearing you softly whisper it into my ear. I hated that we couldn't sing our favorite songs while slow dancing in the refrigerator light at 3am. I hated that we had to fall asleep in separate beds with nothing to hold but our pillows. I hated that you were seven hours ahead and lost so much sleep to stay up with me. I hated that I couldn't see every ounce of stress and worry leave your body as you fell asleep at night, softly snoring. I hated that we couldn't sip tea together as the morning sunrise shone across our features in a sea of yellow and golden hues. I hated that I had to listen to your voice through a speaker instead of feeling the vibrations of your words as I held you close and carried on meaningless conversations. I hate that I couldn't hear the words you're beautiful roll off your tongue in your accent as we laid in bed wasting the day away in our pajamas. I hate that I took all of your love and gave so little back.

Our love story was a tragically beautiful poem that was ahead of its time. Written too soon. My heart loved you from across an ocean, but my brain couldn't even think of the beach.

I was a seventeen year old girl who fell in love with someone she'd never met. Yet, when I think back to that time, as I sit in my room nearly three years later, I know that I have never felt love the way I felt it from you. So why is it that I decided to break your heart. I was scared. We were getting so serious and I was scared that we would meet and you wouldn't want me anymore. I was young and insecure. I was selfish. I shattered your heart into a million pieces to ensure that you wouldn't have the chance to break mine.

Sometimes when I think about you, I wonder if my decision to leave you was good for you. I think I always knew deep down that I was a hinderance on your growth. I knew that you needed to sleep more. I knew that you needed to go out and party. I knew that you needed to focus on your school work. I knew that you needed to become your own person. I knew that if you were dating me, none of that would be possible. Is this an excuse for my selfish, toxic behavior? Or is this me being an adult and knowing what's best for other people's interests?

I lay here thinking about how you fought so hard for me to stay and I realize that the day where I forgive myself for the way I hurt you will never come. No matter how many times I apologize, it will never be enough for the boy I loved and never met.

With love, The girl who loved you and broke your heart

#poetry #writing #spilled ink #original writing #writers on tumblr #love #long distance #heartbreak #self distructive #letter to him #dear you #im sorry

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augustheir · 5 months

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some jawbreaker lyrics I love

bivouac // accident prone // million // basilica

#jawbreaker #writing #song lyrics #blake schwarzenbach #bivouac #dear you

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