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lunamonchtuna · 2 months

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— Franz Kafka, from Letters to Milena (via lumamonchtuna)

#poetry #dark academia #dark acadamia aesthetic #light academia #book quotes #lovecore #quotes #dark academic #romantic academia #franz kafka #letters to milena #letters to YOU

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dactylicreveries · 8 months

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-Sylvia Plath, The Letters of Sylvia Plath Volume I: 1940–1956

#september quotes #typography #quotes of wisdom #fragmentos #sylvia path #Sylvia Plath #The Letters of Sylvia Plath Volume I: 1940–1956 #letters to aurelia plath #Letters to you #slyvia plath #grief journal #journal #august diaries #august september october november #september #dark acadamia aesthetic #dark acadamia #dark poetry #grief quotes

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positivelyadhd · 1 year

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listen I know sometimes everything sucks and the world feels awful and like everything is out to get you but I promise even on your worst days the small mundane joys still prevail. your favourite plants and animals are still hanging out in nature. your favourite music still exists and you can listen to it whenever you want. your favourite media or that hobbie you used to love is still around waiting for you if you'd like to revisit it. you can still eat your favourite food or have your favourite drink. you can still spend time or talk to the people that love you. the stars are still in the sky and the sun will rise and set again and bring with it all of the colours of the sky. there are still things worth holding on for, sometimes you just have to look a little harder but I promise they're there.

#life rly is all about the mundane wonders!!#letters to you #positivity

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mellpoint · 2 months

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Its the way you kiss my head at night while it rests on your chest, and the way you hold my hand while you drive. Its the way you do the smallest actions even if it inconveniences you, that melts my heart. But its the attention to details not even I remember about myself that shows me just how much you love me.

-M

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alegendoftomorrow · 2 months

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Letters to our Soldiers

Summary: Bradley finds himself making a Christmas wish on a letter from a stranger as he spends another Christmas alone ten thousand miles away from home.

Character: Bradley Bradshaw and F!reader (no use of Y/N)

Word Count: 1,208

Warnings: None

A/N: This is my third entry into @sailor-aviator winter challenger. My prompt was Merry Christmas, though I did also use this as a springboard for a possible series that I hope to start soon. Now, is this late... so very much so. Did life decide to send me into the new year with one finale kick…. Also yes. Is this also the first personal thing I’ve written for myself in a long time…also yes. But I had so much fun doing it and it feels good to get back to writing again. I hope you all have a phenomenal New Year and you find all the things you were looking for…. Enjoy some Christmas in February!

Bradley jumped off the ladder of his F-18 and shivered against the wind that blew across the deck. The sweat beading up along his brow and making his curls stick there was now making him feel even colder as he saluted the handful of privates who came to tighten his jet down to the deck and then lower it away so they could head back into port. Their practice drills finally done.

Rushing inside he tucked his helmet under his arm and headed right for the debriefing room. If he was lucky their CO would have nothing of note to say and send them all back to their bunks. Bradley wanted to change and get under his blankets. There was heat on the USS Dauntless but the steal walls and floors always seemed to hold onto the weather outside better then they did the temperature inside. Meaning right now it felt like walking through an ice box.

“Hey Bradshaw, you coming with us tonight or not?” That was Fitz’s voice echoing down the hall.

Bradley paused in the hall and pressed himself against the wall to let another officer pass by him as he waited for Fitz to catch up to him. “Na, I think I’m just going to stay in and try to catch up on some sleep.”

Fitz rolled his eyes and groaned as he walked in stride with Bradley to the briefing room. “Come on man it’s the first time we’ve seen land in weeks and you’re telling me you’d rather stay on this floating tin can then come and enjoy the night out with us?”

“That is exactly what I’m saying,” Bradley quipped back. “I intend to spend my leave sleeping and resting in my own bunk. Not eating bread and water in the brig.”

Fitz rolled his eyes and punched Bradley’s shoulder. Waving him off like he was a lost caused. “First of all, that happened one time and secondly you’re still boring.”

Bradley just shook his head and plopped down on one of the wooden seats. His excuse was the truth. Mostly. The other reason though was currently burning a hole in the pocket of his flight suit. A perfectly folded letter that still smelled faintly of warm vanilla. A letter from a stranger he’d never met. Natasha had signed him up for one of those letter writing programs for soldiers. He’d been annoyed at first, but now he looked forward to each and every one of them.

“We’ll be heading into port in a few hours and I expect all of you to act like the officers you are. Dismissed,” their CO finally called after the debrief had ended.

“Last chance Bradshaw,” Fitz said already halfway out of the door. “It’s Christmas Eve!”

“Leave the man alone Fitz. He’s got big and important plans for the night,” Omaha said with a laugh. Dragging Fitz out of the doorway as a chorus of other officers and enlisted men chattered loudly, interspersed with laughter and off key singing which Bradley just chuckled at.

After a quick shower he changed back into his dark t-shirt and pants laying back on his lower bunk and taking out the letter. The writing on the front was in pretty, dark cursive. Whoever this woman was she had the prettiest handwriting Bradley had ever seen. He pressed the letter to his nose and breathed in the warm scent of vanilla that still only faintly lingered there. It would be a hard day when the smell faded from this one too. Opening the letter, he tucked one of his hands back under his head and smiled softly.

Dear Soldier,

I don’t know what time zone you’re in, or even what country you’re stationed at, but where ever you are I hope you’re not spending Christmas Eve alone.

Bradley laughed. “Sorry to disappoint sweetheart,” he muttered. Though he did wonder if this technically counted as spending the day alone if he was reading her words…

I for one will likely be spending it at the hospital. One of my co-workers, Mandy--she was the one involved in the blue cupcake fiasco a few months ago—anyways she has two adorable little boys and so I took her shifts so she could spend the holidays with them. I don’t mind though so don’t go feeling bad for me or anything. I like what I do and it’s nice to get to spend time with the patients over Christmas. Especially when some of them don’t have any family to come visit them. You should see the nurse’s station all decked out in different decorations for just about every different holiday celebrated among us.

Bradley’s smile grew wider as his heart swelled in his chest reading over the words. This woman was so kind and bright. He could so easily imagine her sitting at a nurse’s station and painstakingly writing to him everything that came to her mind as she looked over her floor. He imagined she had the most beautiful smile to match her pretty words. He found himself longing, as he often did, to ask her questions back. He wanted to know everything about her and he wanted to tell her everything about him. He wanted her to know that he reread the twelve other letters shed written him nearly every day. That he held them close to his chest when the nights got dark or the sea was rough. He wanted to tell her that he had them memorized. Every friend she mentioned and patient she cared for; he knew them all. He wanted to tell her that they had the same favorite color and favorite Girl Scout Cookie flavor. He wished her letters came with a return address.

Alright well it’s getting late and I have to head out for another round but I want to make sure I get this in the mail to you so you get it in some kind of speedy order. I don’t really know how to say this without coming off like a stalker or some kind of wierdo, and I really hope you don’t thinks it’s weird but I included my address at the bottom of this page just in case you wanted to write back to me.

Bradley’s heart flpped and he sat up so quickly his head nearly hit the top bunk. Flicking his eyes to the bottom of the page he did indeed she her return address written there. His thumb brushed across her name and the letters and numbers beneath it.

I know the service is random and I’ve already written more letter than I was supposed to but, I don’t know, getting to write to you these past few months has felt nice. You really helped me, whoever you are out there, and I just want to keep writing to you if I can.

I hope wherever you are you’re staying safe and that m letters have been a little piece of home you’ve been missing.

Merry Christmas Soldier.

“Merry Christmas sweetheart,” Bradley whispered. He looked down at the address one last time and then reached under his bunk into one of the drawers there. Pulling out a notebook and his pen he began his own letter.

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creatingnikki · 8 months

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Dear the love of my life,

Once again I attempt writing to you. But this time with a more grown up and different perspective. And yet with all this perspective, the words are harder to come out now. Everything feels too much, a lot of it hopeless, a lot of it doomed. But with the little hope and faith I find, I write this to you. To you who I know is out there. To you who is figuring his life out.

Where are you now? Bangalore? London? Mumbai? Toronto? Badlapur? New Mexico? Seoul? Delhi, perhaps? Wherever you are, I send you the kind of energy you need the most right now. As of 23rd August, 2022, my love, what is it that you need? Is it the warmth of someone's sincerity? Is it a miracle to fix a very sticky situation at work or home? Is it strength that your body needs? Is it strength that your mind needs? A good, comfort meal? Peace? Whatever it is, I ask the universe to send it to you — kindly, timely, consistently, and abundantly.

The person I am right now is seeking something so intensely to a point that I have started to stray away from my values and beliefs. To a point that I have started to treat breadcrumbs like a gracious feast prepared specially for me. But if I love bread so much and there are supply chain issues, shouldn't I be strategic and figure out ways to fix them? Quarter by quarter but fix them? That starts now.

As I sit in Third Wave Café sipping on a very milky, very sweet iced coffee with a flower bouquet I curated for my friend who is sitting across me writing a letter to his to-be fiancé, as I feel cold due to the air conditioner for the first time in Bangalore, as I think about everything that's happened in the last five months, I now know this.

This is not the life I want. This is not the life I am going to continue to let myself live. From now on I am going to make decisions that protect me, that provide me with the best, that bring me peace, and that give me power. For I am going to bloom into the person that has always been inside me, waiting politely for me to recognize how precious I am. And I truly hope that you too are able to make the decisions that honor the divine in you and pacify the undivine.

We will meet. We have met. We exist. Soon. Always. Other than this, I have no declarations of love to make. I have no expectations to articulate. We will build and we will nurture and we will love exactly how it is precious to us. And we will laugh and laugh and laugh.

Love,

Nikki

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maihonhassan · 3 months

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In English Franz Kafka Said:

“I haven’t received any letters, my heart is a little heavy.”

But in Urdu Faiz Said;

Qafas udaas hai yaaro saba se kuchh tou kaho, Kahin tou bahr-e-khuda aaj zikr-e-yaar chale

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cryinginmyroomsposts · 4 months

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I always have had big feelings.

It's a curse and blessing.

When I love, I love with all my existence, so much that the love overflows and topples me over like a high tide on a full moon night. And when I hurt... I feel it everywhere. first, it tugs at my feet like the first big wave of the night and then it takes over me like a tsunami.

The hurt reverberates in me and echoes in everything I do. It burns my touches, my smiles and my breaths. The love emanates from me like radiation, everything glows bright and the lightness in my step makes the pavements look pink on a gloomy night. Being with you feels like a sunset, the pinks and oranges fading into an ultraviolet that brings me an incandescent smile. The calm after a day with blazing heat and raging Manhattan breeze feeding into the slow waves of the Hudson against the pier into a night so vibrant and blue it puts the city lights to shame. I chase the moon. As a child of feelings that eat me up the night protects me from judgmental eyes and wraps me in a blanket of comfort. As I lay there, on several dark nights, on city rooftops, shedding tears of red and gold, the moon stood right above me. The moon had been my best friend before I understood the meaning of the word in a moving human being. You feel like the moon comes down on the earth to be my best friend shining light on a dark stormy night. Like the one I come to during times of turbulence. Again, I am well aware these are feelings that aren't necessarily described as normal psychologically. but I have never been one for being "normal". I am too much for everyone and myself. I smile too much and cry too much. Ask too much and reveal too much. I shy away too much and achieve too much. I love too much and hate too much. I am sad too much and worry too much. I am alone too much and I push people away too much. I think about myself too much and wish I didn't disappoint people too much. I hurt too much and love too much. Yet all I crave is the intimacy of being understood. Everyone sees me, eviscerates me, points fingers at me, criticises me and admires me. Not many know me... Do I know me? Do I know you? What are you if not the pieces you have shown me... and if those pieces are anything to go by, I know we are similar.

You love a lot, with all your being. You love the trees, the sun, the moon, the wind, your friends and your family. To be loved by you would be a blessing from the heavens above. To be the one lighting up your eyes and making you turn red. To be the one who takes care of you and makes a fuss about you for once. I am scarred, everywhere outside and inside. The demons that I acquired in the game of life have poisoned my brain into believing I shouldn't deserve someone who can give so much pure unadulterated love. But I refuse to listen to them... I am scared, I always am. Too much (again). Disappointment has been my companion through the rough journies I have taken up until this point. To get disappointed by you and/or to disappoint you would be a shame. You remind me of me- the version who loves with no inhibitions and sees joy in nature. The image of you smiling at the sunset- a recurring occurrence, will forever be etched in my brain. That exact moment was when I fell in love with myself. Seeing you do something I used to do until I started letting people get to me and realising how beautiful your soul is when I fell for myself.

The pragmatic brain in me tells me that it is probably too soon for me to even believe I am in love with you, while the hopeless heart retorts that I fell in love with myself and that is the more important aspect. Is there a point to this rambling other than to detangle the mess in my brain? Not initially, but now the point seems to be the realisation I have had on exactly how deep my feelings could go. Added with the epiphany that I am not scared about it either. Once again, pragmatism and past pain should know better but I have always been the one to feel with all my being. So it only makes sense I feel this with every fibre cell, even the one still recovering from the last fall.

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pieceofpoems · 4 months

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𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘪 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘪 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘚𝘰 𝘪'𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 💌

- a letter i don't ever want you to read, Sadiya Ajaz

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living-dead-girl515 · 4 months

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You are my sunshine

My soft moonlight

And my twinkling stars

Forever lighting up my sky

#creative writing #writing #prose #prose poetry #pretty words #poetry #poem #spilled thoughts #new poets society #love poem #love letters #letters to you #spilled feelings #spilled words #spilled ink #spilled poem #love story #romantic #romantic poetry

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mess-is-fine · 11 months

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Do you ever wonder if we could still be friends? Like if nothing had ever gone farther than hugging would you be coming to my wedding? Would you be in it? I understand now why we didn’t work out, and I’m genuinely appreciative for it. My only thought on the subject is if there was ever room for us to be great, life-long friends.

#love #friendship #letters to you #sad songs #healing #time #retrospection

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dactylicreveries · 8 months

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-Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Aurelia Plath written c. August 1951

#August end #end of august #sylvia plath #sylviapath #letters to you #Letters to Aurelia plath #August 1951 #Sylvia #Grief #September #September quotes

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positivelyadhd · 10 months

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this is a reminder to do something nice for yourself okay?

take a moment to look away from your screen and feel your surroundings. take a deep breath. relax your jaw, your shoulders, anywhere that might be tense.

do one small thing for yourself. get a drink or snack, stretch or move around a bit. listen to some music that makes you happy or do that thing you've been putting off.

you deserve to take care of yourself 💗

#self care #reminder #letters to you

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mellpoint · 1 month

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I’m upset. Upset and feeling pity for you. For the way you make good things seem bad and like everyone but yourself is at fault. I feel pity because you cannot seem to see how much I’ve grown and everything I’ve done and have has been because of myself and no one else. Yet, you make it seem like a bad thing that I am enjoying life, that I keep growing and my family keeps getting bigger. You make it seem like I’m the bad guy when all I do is put boundaries to hat I am able to help you and I feel pity that you still think you can get your way and manipulate others into what you want. But I am not the same little girl you remember, and furthermore, I am not the same girl that used to let people walk over her and talk about her.

I’m sorry things are not fully turning out the way you planned or wanted, but you should be proud of what you have. Stop comparing our lives and stop being envious of what I have. Cause if to you, having kids is not enjoying life, then tell me why does it seem like I am having more fun now than I have ever before?

I honestly wish you the best and hope that you can stop comparing and looking into my life so that you can live yours.

I wish and hope that one day can get past this and use be proud of each other and the accomplishments we’ve made.

I hope and wish more than anything that someday soon you can simply be my brother again and not a dictator or boss trying to control my life the way you’ve done for many years.

-M.

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whispersofthepurplevalley · 23 hours

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To everyone I am in touch with and the souls I sadly don't talk to,

Each one of you have impacted my life in beautiful ways. I was glad to be able to know you and I was happy while I loved you. Know that I am and I will always be grateful that you crossed my path. Today, I have the opportunity, so allow me to tell you that you were all special to me in your own beautiful ways. You are always unforgettable in my story. Thank you for being my lesson, my memory, the reason why I learnt about myself more. Thank you for dropping by.

-Sabina Yesmin

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spacesapling · 1 month

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memo of life

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