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#a letter
you are not married to this answer btw!!! this is just first impressions <3
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didntmean2 · 3 months
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i miss him
[MY VIDEO]
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7more · 26 days
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i really don't know why i'm writing this letter. i just think it must be easier than talking about it. you know, whenever i think to myself, "what if this doesn't work out?" the first person i ever think of is you. i hope you never think i only had you around to pass the time. please don't ever think that way.
it's..it's hard to stay focused when i'm with you all the time. and when i'm not with you, i'm thinking about you. i can't get close to people very easily, but i felt close to you instantly. and in spite of everything i've done, i wish you all the happiness in the world.
(i really don't know why i'm writing this letter. i just think...it must be easier than talking about it.)
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lannonorris · 9 days
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How do I send a telegram to Carlos to tell him to take some REST FFS
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too-many-emo-things · 1 month
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I just listened to Gloom Division, and I’m so happy that Dallon decided to re-record and release A Letter. It was always one of my favorite song from The Brobecks and it was always such a lovely moment during tours.
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shotsofsalvation · 18 days
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did the lyric changes in a letter mess anyone else up. like im so used to the original that when i listened to the new version it was like uncanny valley vibes. i thought i was going insane
and its small differences too like "please dont think that" to "please dont ever think that way"
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gloomdvsn · 1 month
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dying-weeds · 4 months
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naeemajusthasthoughts · 4 months
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I don't think that you tried to see it from my point of view The hellish sort of pain that only you could put me through. I don't think you can see that underneath I have accepted the plea a non-verbal sort of surrendering me There are no words that could be said no apology that could mend this fence yet I have silence myself to hold on the last piece of peace and not make a monster out of me The anger that spoke The words that intended to hurt That hard rock shell was never a shelter it was only a pretence those cracks are too deep to repair. I don't think you have tried to ask the other side only a straight long road with blinkers on the sides, it is in those hidden paths that I reside in hidden in and hoped so deeply, that I could make it one day without fighting to not be afraid, still you have hurt me once again. Though perhaps it was me this time feeling the lost feeling of being left outside and those voices fighting in my mind, But only one that's too loud and too proud stubborn with on emotions resting inside It laughs every time. Setting what I knew from those dark days And this feeling doesn't seem to go away. I don't think you have ever tried to see it from my point of view You have always loved taking sides that only suited you left me on the outskirts trying to find myself anew and God knows I have tried to but this voice inside It doesn't want me to let go any time too soon.
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The first person I ever think of is you
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cookiesncreamlover17 · 6 months
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Yandere!Damian Wayne x Reader Pt. 14
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⚠️Warnings⚠️: Mention if death. Kidnapping, Threatening, and Injury From Possible Concussion
🇺🇸Word Count🇺🇸: 1,637
👾Characters👾: 8,636
Eight hours. What was suppose to take five hours at MAXIMUM took eight fucking hours. You could never get those eight hours back. Damian had probably been wondering were you were. Would if he thought you were dead? Well now you knew that wasn’t the case when he saw you again and hugged you through the entire night. Tomorrow was the last day. You had one more day till it was all over. One more day till you might be dead. Tomorrow would be day 7. The final day. You needed to know who this person was. Though, you did learn that the man who might rob you of your life was named Grayson. Dick, Grayson. And that’s exactly why he went on your list tonight. And tomorrow Cass or Steph might be your last guess.
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Fuck. That’s the only word you could think of. One guess. That’s all you had left. That guess would determine whether you lived or died this night. You couldn’t do it. There was about a thousand kids in this school and it could be any one of them. You couldn’t escape your death bed. But maybe you didn’t have to. Maybe you needed to escape the execution. Running came to your mind, but they would never let you leave. This was the end. You knew it. Today was the day you were going to die.
Deaths main goal is to make whatever it’s out for to disappear. You weren’t ready to go. You were only fifteen for fucks sake! What about college or your family or your friends?! That was all going to go away. You weren’t ready. You. Weren’t. Ready. If you weren’t ready, you weren’t going to do it. Death wasn’t going to take you. You had a plan. Kill or get killed. It wasn’t your time to go. You needed to kill whoever this was before they killed you. And you had a few plans in mind.
It was simple. You needed to stay in your room the entire time. No one comes in, no one comes out. You had all the safe food with you. You had safe cameras. You had weapons. You had everything you needed. You would survive this night. You weren’t going to die from murder. You were going to die as an old lady in her warm bed. Today was not the day. Though, a sudden knock woke you right out of your motivational thought. As you neared your dorm door a letter stared up at you from your dark red carpet. A letter? Who would send you a letter.
You hesitantly went to go pick it up. What if it was a bomb? No, it couldn’t be. Bombs would bulge out of the envelope. Maybe this was a hand written letter. As you opened it, your face turned pale right as your began to read the first words.
Dear my beloved,
Greetings again. You didn’t really think I would just give up on you, did you? Now, now, there’s no need to panic. I’ve told you before I’m not going to harm you. When you accuse me of these things it hurts N/n. I thought you would be smarter than this. My goal is to bring you home. With me and your brothers and sisters. I’m not going to kill you. I suggest you stop hiding in your room all day and come out. You’ve got one guess. But I thought maybe I could make this more interesting. Survive. If you can successfully keep me from you all night, if you guess incorrectly on your last guess, then I’ll let you go. But if you lose….. you come home with me! I’ll see you soon Y/n.
Sincerely,
Your secret admirer
No, no, no, no, no. It wasn’t suppose to end like this. How did he know?! It wasn’t like he was watching you from cameras or something, right? Right? This couldn’t be happening, but it was happening. This wasn’t a dream, this was real life. And it was happening to you in the broad daylight. But, maybe, just maybe, this was a good thing. You just had to survive. Katniss Everdeen survived the hunger games with a bunch of savages. She used her brain. You had a brain. You could do this. You might be able to see your friends and family again. You might be able to see Damian again. Speaking of Damian, you had shut him out all day. It wasn’t good for him to be near you. Whoever was sending you these letters was clearly dangerous in some sort of way.
You picked up the letter and plucked a hair strand from your head and put it into the envelope. People would need to know that you were here. They might even have officers involved to send an investigation for you. Then, it hit you. Officers. What were officers? People. What do people do? Help. Where could you find multiple people? A crowd. A crowd! That’s it! That’s all you needed! This person couldn’t take you if so many people were around! But there was only one problem. What event was happening today? A sunset! People would be there! It might not be a lot, but people would still be there. Maybe, just maybe, you could have people stay with you till it reaches midnight. That would being your get away. You just needed it to work.
The day awaited. The door being taped shut. Your computer being opened with you typing ways to lock yourself inside of your room. Studying what time the sunset would start. You were going to pull this off. That was what you thought as you walked town the hall way. You were prepared. You had two knives in both of your pockets and you had pepper spray inside of your small bag. You just needed to sit and watch.
The air had a nice breeze. It may have been near the end of April, but it still felt lovely on your skin. You couldn’t remember the last time you sat down to look at a sunset. If you had to die, you couldn’t wish for it to be any different than watching a beautiful sunset.
As you sat down on the gray, lumpy rock, you felt another presence sit beside you. You tilted your head and, too your surprise, Damian sat their. He was watching the sunset with that same cold glare you’d grown use to. God, was he probably pissed off.
“Why were you ignoring my texts and calls”, he crumpled out. Yup, he was definitely pissed.
“He’s coming after me Damian. It-it wasn’t safe for you to be around me. Not when he could jump out at any place”, you said miserably. You didn’t want to die with him angry at you. You wanted to kiss him. It might be your last kiss, but you wouldn’t want it any other way.
“So you decided to come out here? In public. He could also grab you from anywhere you know. It quite stupid, Y/n. I thought you were smarter than this”.
“I’m sorry. I don’t want things to end this way. I couldn’t- I couldn’t live with myself if my final moments would be with you hating me. Please”, you said as a tear escape your eye. You were going to die. You knew it. It scared you. Who wouldn’t be scared? It was the unknown, which most people seem to be afraid of.
“I’m not mad. I just want to help you, Y/n. I can’t- I can’t loose you. You’re the only thing I fucking have. Without you, I’d honestly go mad. You can’t leave me. I wouldn’t even let you”, he said with a smile creeping up onto his face. You’re rarely saw him smile. God was he just adorable. What would you do without him.
As you two watched the sunset you could only begin to remember. You remember watching the sunset on your first day here with Steph. You were going to miss it. All of what you’ve learned paid off. You would never forget these moments as your life would slip away from you.
The thing is, you knew you were going to die. It didn’t matter if they killed you or not. You would rather live dead and free than be imprisoned in some unfamiliar place. It would be your choice. Someway, somehow, you would escape one way or another. Whether you lived was the question.
As you walked back to your dorm, Damian began to speak. “I’m going to go grab something from my room. Put the note in your locker and then go back to your dorm straight after. ……. Y/n, we’ve got this. We can do this. I’ll be with you the entire time”, he said as he rubbed your arm up and down in a soothing motion.
You smiled at him before you both turned around to continue your adventure. As you neared your navy blue locker, you put the note inside that read “Stephanie Brown”. Your last guess.
As you walked back to your dorm you could only begin to realize something was horribly wrong. The pepper spray and your hand was tightened by your fingers. As you neared your dorm you could feel that feeling increase. You walked inside of your room feeling off. You looked under your bed, in your closets, and out of your window. Though, you forgot one thing. Behind you. The loud sound of a boom entered your ears. Looking up after you’d fallen down from impact you saw someone staring down at you. It was none other than, Stephanie? “I’ll see you soon, Y/n”, she said as she hit your head one more time with the object she was holding. As you collapsed you were unable to process what was happening. Maybe you’d understand tomorrow. Or maybe in the next few years.
Written: Wednesday, September 20, 2023
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Dear Mr Disney,
I know I am just a hobby animator, a simple artist from a backwoods village in Michigan, but my grandfather once sat in front of you and did an interview of which he actually turned your offer down.
So may I sit with you now? I wish to speak one Creator to another, no matter how well known you are. How long has it been since someone uttered your name and thought of the human beneath? I know you weren't perfect, but we all aren't. However, I know in my heart wherever you are now that you are worried, perhaps terrified,
Why do I think this? Because your beloved Creations, those loved by millions, perhaps billions, are going to step into the Public Space for the first time. I know as a creator I would be scared and would rightfully worry about people taking this opportunity to try to cause harm to you, but more importantly also hurt those who enjoy them.
I had this happen to me an artist took Violet, a character of mine and bootlegged her trying to hurt me and it is the most guttural pain that no amount of anger or tears will fix. It leaves a trauma a deep scar. A character I have come to realize is an extension of myself, quite like Mickey is an extension of you.
So I promise as an animator, an artist, a Creative myself, though I hate your company with a burning passion. I will be a safe place for your creations your Original Characters. Starting with Julias, Ortensia, Oswald, Mickey and Minnie. I promise you, Walt, I will not be amongst the hundreds of others who will take my anger out on them, but especially Mickey. I will love them the same as you did. Like they are one of my own, like they were of my mind,
One Creator to another I will always think of you first as I carry them into my archives and take my turn to tell my stories with them,
I promise you, Roy and Ub with all my heart,they will be safe, loved and taken care of with me,
With all respect and admiration, The Keeper of the Archives Alanshee
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hannalyeverafter · 5 months
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Listen. I don't want to sound like a psycho try hard crazy girl but listen. If we leave this without trying I won't ever forvive us.
Because here's the thing, I'm doing fine without you. Really, I am. Everyday is spent with myself and I hold myself accountable and I'm mindful and dedicated to myself. There's a drive to care for myself that I have now that was missing before.
So I don't need you. Not even a little bit. I just want you.
You're my person. I know this truth, it's buried in my bones. I know that I want you to be my partner in life and love and crime and I want to live with you by my side. I could do it without you. I would be fine. But it would be a betrayal of something, of that feeling I have, that feeling that's etched so deep inside of me. It's written in some primal part of me, something in my guts that just won't let me let you go.
And the sad thing is is I know I could. I could let you go. I could let the feeling go, let the etchings fade, let the writing blur away. It would still be there, but it would be covered in something else, painted over, so that I could go on pretending it never existed at all. But I don't want that. I'm tired of pit stops, of cracked layers of paint. I want to come home.
We could, you know. We could come home to each other. It's the picture that keeps coming up in my head, of us living and being and then at the end of it all, coming back to us. Folding into each other like blankets. I know it would take some work - some compromise, a lot of conversation. But if you're willing - if you're able - to put in the effort, I am.
And if you're not ready just yet, that's okay. I won't put my life on pause to wait for you, but my door is always open to this conversation. Because you're etched into my soul, and paint eventually peels away.
a letter i wrote but never sent
09.09.23
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slikkyslim · 7 months
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Dad, there has always been an ocean of silence between us. A lifetime of words left unsaid. In ways I feel that I don't know you at all. I barely knew you way back then. What I now want you to know is this. I was just a child. But I knew you were broken. I don't blame you and could never hate you. I felt how the path tore at you with its jagged edges. Your unspoken pain is no stranger to my blood and bones. I carry it, too.
Tanya Markul
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sweetbrier2908 · 4 months
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a letter to your future lover
obey me! - mc x the demon brothers
no proof-read
mc's gender is not mentioned
mc write a letter to their demons' next lover
dear the next person who is going to fall in love with my demons,
please tell lucifer to rest on time, he's not a morning demon so if he doesn't have enough sleep, he will have that kind of lifeless eyes for the next morning and his brothers will definitely make fun of it.
please say thank you to mammon for every single little thing he does for you and his brothers. sometimes his brothers are just too harsh and you will understand he is trying his best everyday.
please take levi out twice a week, he doesn't like going outside but sometimes in a while, you need to go out to know about the world. drag him out, he will go if you two go together.
please help satan feed those stray cats around house of lamentation and in RAD's courtyard. he always brings cat food with him but he can be caught up in his works and can't feed his little friends.
please let asmo paint your nails, it's a sign of love, it's a sign that you belongs to the family. let him pick the color and let he paint it on your beautiful nails. he need to know that you trust his fashion sense too.
please go out and eat with beel. someone need to tell him when to stop eating and it has to be you. by the way, the food will taste better if you two eat together, and beel loves good food.
please let belphie sleep next to you, or sleep on your laps, please run your hands through his hair and put him to sleep. be careful not too fall asleep too because lucifer will be mad but it's fine if you take a good nap in a while.
and finally, i hope you love them like i did.
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my-writing-nook-2023 · 2 months
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To whom it may concern,
I’m sorry. I’m sorry I’m so difficult and that I take things the wrong way. I’m sorry I am not enough for you. That I can’t be the woman for you. It hurts my heart that we can’t be what I imagine inside my heart. I’m sorry I’m selfish. I just want you and if that’s so wrong then I guess I deserve to be put out of my misery. I’m sorry that I let feelings get in the way and fell hard for you. I love you and all your flaws. I love you because of who you are and if that’s wrong then I won’t ever love anyone again.
Sincerely,
Me
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