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jaketswine · 9 months
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dear stranger…
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the intro
a/n: this is a multi part imagine series based on Laufey’s songs dear soulmate and beautiful stranger.. hope you all enjoy <3
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summary: moving to a new city has been a little isolating, but you’ve managed to pick up a self-soothing journaling routine.. filled with hopes and dreams, and maybe someone in particular…
making the move to a new city after grad school had proved to be one of the most difficult things you’d ever done.
it wasn’t that you didn’t like it here.. you loved the city, but you were now hours away from friends and family, beginning a new chapter of your life virtually alone.
you’d spent the majority of your free time so far exploring the streets, stopping by local spots you hoped would become frequented locations. lots of time at local markets, and coffee shops; always being sure to check out any bookstore you saw.
you had found solace in one location in particular. a little cafe that doubled as a used bookstore.
it reminded you of home the second you entered the store.. smelling of freshly baked cinnamon rolls just like your mom used to make on special occasions. the hustle and bustle had drawn you in as well; the constant grinding of the espresso machine, low chatter from the customers, and always a friendly face behind the counter.
they had everything you wanted.. spinning records in the store, some of the best lattes you’d come across in quite a while, and even selling locally made art and products.
on your first visit in you’d had a long chat with the owner; one of those people who seemed to know everyone.. everyone but you. they wanted to know all about you after learning you had just moved. you laid out your whole life for them, never caring to keep things to yourself hearing you speak about your struggles of feeling alone, they gifted you with a hand bound leather journal made by a friend of their’s.
weeks went by, and you only found you’re growing more attached to your journal.. writing down anything and everything that came to mind. grocery lists, quotes, even your mass amounts of dreams.
which is where you found yourself again today, head buried in your journal, favorite pen in hand, trying to remember the tasks you had wanted to accomplish.
you’d been so engrossed in your writing that you barely noticed the nudge to your shoulder. quickly raising your head, you locked eyes with what you thought had to be one of the most beautiful men you’d ever seen.
he wasn’t too tall, just enough that you had to told your head upwards to get a good look at him. he had slender features, defined cheekbones, and you noticed the slightest shadow of a dimple peeking out as he spoke.
“i’m so sorry, I hope I didn’t mess up your writing.. these damn trains shift so unexpectedly sometimes.”
realizing he had bumped into you on accident, you gave him a quick grin, promising that no harm had been done. you watched him carefully as he gave you one last apologetic smile, backing away to find a seat of his own on the crowded subway car.
you watched him as he sat, withdrawing a book from his small backpack. looking him over, you took note of how his long brown hair fell in waves over his shoulders. watching the singular pendant on his chest rise and fall, under his mostly unbuttoned maroon shirt. the tan chelsea boots he was sporting looked to be well-loved, matching nicely with the tattered chord bracelet around his wrist.
a man who loved and cherished things.. that’s exactly what he appeared to be. for the briefest moment, you envied the people in his life, the ones who knew him best. you wondered if they received the same warm smile he gave you just minutes ago. you quickly decided this train of thought was ridiculous.. he was just a beautiful stranger.
arriving at your station shortly after, you gathered your things and prepared to exit the car, giving one last look over to the man you had been intermittently staring at the whole time. you watched him as he read, waiting for the doors to open, taking in every detail of him you could.
you decided you’d be thinking about him for many days to come.. and who knew, he may even land in the dreams section of your favorite journal.
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messengerhermes · 1 year
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You're not Broken
Hey, I don't know if you need to read this today, But you're not broken. You're not crockery that needs to be sealed back together, Or a machine in need of repair. You are flesh and blood and bone And trauma does not break you, does not render you less valuable Because you're not an object with a use, a purpose, a function You're a person Your function is to live So you're doing great Even as you're hurting, you're lost, you're aching with the pain of a transformation thrust upon you Because that's often the consequences of trauma, the transformations we have no choice in and they are blistering and brutal for all the ways they come upon us when we're unprepared But even still, as you fumble with skinned knees and shaking hands You are not failing Nor are you broken You're a living breathing thing A human And a wild successful one at that
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Dear Stranger,
In a few days, this year will end. How do you feel about that? I, for one, am a little bit in a daze. Much like most of year-ends, this moment tends to drive me into a spiral of thoughts and emotions.
Never have I ever thought that the me last year would go through waves of changes I have been through around the sun! I have made many decisions, mixture of brave ones and regrettable ones. And for some reason, I still feel much like a spectator rather than an actual participant in the events unfolding before my eyes.
I left the city I've built my life on for the past 10 years and decided to move back home. It is such a drastic change-- being alone for years and now trying to navigate life within a home once again. But it was worth it in the end. Our family had gone through lots of challenges and I am glad to just be there with them through it all.
My job, which practically defined my existence, I also left it. It wasn't planned, but things turned out that way. I eventually found a job which allowed me to do something I've been wanting to do for so long. It's not as ludicrous as the previous one but it gave me the opportunity to dare to be a different person.
At the back of my head, there's probably the reason that I wanted to runaway from all the expectations and responsibilities my previous life handed down to me. They all just made me exhausted.
I've rested. Or at least I did my best to. It seems to me now that resting is a very difficult thing to do when all you've ever done is be on the grind.
I wouldn't want to make this too long. I guess, all I'm saying is, (takes a deep breath). Yes, let's all take a deep breath as we face another year.
Cheers to meeting you this year! 🌼🍸
thefriendliestofdaisies 🌼
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dewitty1 · 2 years
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Dear Stranger
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Albus Severus Potter, James Sirius Potter, Lily Luna Potter, some OCs - Character, Harry's owl Additional Tags: Love Letters, Secret Admirer, Knockturn Alley, Apothecary Shop, Post-War, Mental Health Issues, Apathy, Auror Harry Potter, Harry and Ginny have children, they are not a couple anymore, Potions, Slow Burn, double standards, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Vulnerable Draco Malfoy, Mild hints at substance abuse, Draco Malfoy Needs a Hug, Harry Potter Needs a Hug, H/D Cluefest 2021, Past Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, Mentions of Mental Health Therapy, Digital Art, fic & art
Summary:
The one thing more pointless than falling in love with an anonymous wizard over a correspondence is falling in love with Harry Potter when you’re Draco Malfoy.
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They just sit there, staring out at the curious line where the ocean meets the sea, and Draco thinks that they will stay like this for a while. But he feels Potter’s eyes on him then, burning into his skin that, together with the draughts, it sparks a prickle on Draco’s cheeks. The green burns into him like he could vanish, were Potter even to blink.
“Speak your mind, Potter. We are no strangers.”
Draco looks at him finally and takes in the sight much like he tried to memorise every part of the beautiful scenery, Potter’s scenery, only that he realises that it’s possible, palpable. It’s not a vague blend of greys and blues and whites, but lose strands of ebony hair, and eyes like jade with an unpolished rim. A straight nose that maybe somewhere had the remnants of a fracture. A stubble that would scrape over Draco’s skin, would they touch. Lips that could look luscious but are bitten and dry. At last, they part.
“Can I kiss you?”
“No,” Draco says, his eyes still on Potter’s lips. Then again, a little softer, “No.” He pushes himself up, then holds out a hand for Potter and pulls him to his feet, not letting go of his hand.
“I want you to hold me,” Draco says, and adds, “I want to hold you,” because he doesn’t know which one is truer.
It starts like a hug Draco would see between mates. But Potter clings to him and rests his head on Draco’s shoulder. He has never realised that the other man is a few centimetres shorter than him, but Draco can comfortably nestle his face in Potter’s hair, redolent of cedarwood and vanilla, and urge his face closer to his neck until he feels Potter’s nose and his stubble not against his robe but against his skin. These broad shoulders that appear so unyielding melt to Draco’s touch.
Draco thinks it should feel awkward to just stand there like this for a while. To have someone so close who you’ve known for so long. Someone you didn’t know at all and all too well. To feel something so tender and so fragile that it should collapse instead of allowing them to brace each other. But it doesnt
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cruel-heaven · 2 years
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ELKÉPZELLEK, TÖKÉLETES VAGY ÉS MÉGSEM
Az elmémben átölelsz amikor alszunk és úgy nézel rám, mintha lennék valami.
Valami amire egész életedben vágytál és most már minden új vágyadhoz közöm van, úgy, mint a jövődhöz.
Amikor pedig arról kezdek beszélni, hogy “már nem zavar, ha látsz mert te tudod, hogy mindenkiben van valami hiba, kisebb vagy nagyobb, de van” és amikor azt kérdezem, hogy “annyi tökéletlen lányt láttál már, miért nem választasz bárki mást, valakit, aki nálam kevésbé az?” te csak megérintesz.
Az egész életemet nélküled éltem és az volt a legfájdalmasabb dolog, amit valaha tettem.
Ezért képzellek el, mert túl fájdalmas.
- A. (2022.04.07.)
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thevoiddemandscookies · 7 months
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To the young woman who stopped to ask me about my band t-shirt at Michaels,
I apologize for not know how to talk to people. You were so sweet and friendly. I grew up being suspicious of strangers talking to me. I was working on it and had gotten better. The pandemic made me only socialize with my coworkers/classmates and undid my work over the last two years.
I hope you check out Space of Variations. Maybe I’ll see you at some local music shows.
Until next time,
The Void
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marshmellow-dragon · 8 months
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Dear Stranger
Dear Stranger,
Do you remember me like I remember you?
Giggling as we pretend to sleep in the dark.
Me the villain, you the hero, swords at the ready paladin!
Uncontrollable laughter every mealtime without fail.
Rumbling tractor, muddy bare feet.
Intimacy of the kind that grows into distant love.
Dear Stranger,
Do you remember me like I remember you?
Brown skin glowing in a stray ray of evening sun.
Eyes closed; Face leaning upwards.
World racing by in a blur of grey below.
I don’t know you.
Yet you haunt my mind, a singular persisting memory,
an impression that never leaves.
Dear Stranger,
Do you remember me like I remember you?
Deep conversations on a hostel night.
Hot chocolate that froze to ice.
Borrowed music we snuck inside.
A vivid memory etched deep into us.
Dear Stranger,
Do you remember me like I remember you?
Pani puri on the way back from college.
My first drink. You cringed, I didn’t.
Annotated book that smells of spilled coffee.
Momentary but eternal.
Dear Stranger,
Do you remember me like I remember you?
20 questions and new bus routes.
House hunting and shared interests.
Books we exchange to share pieces of our soul.
Poetry we create as we breathe new air.
“It’s like we’re living the same life!”
It’s like we’re strangers who know everything about each other.
Dear Stranger,
Do you remember me like I remember you?
Long voice notes that bring comfort on sad evenings.
A magnetic force that keeps pulling me back to you.
Hastily typed words because I can’t go a week without texting.
So many plans.
Fledgling, tentative, prone to disaster.
The feeling of wanting to know you deep in my soul.
Dear Stranger,
Do you remember me like I remember you?
Confident walk.
Comfortable silences.
Beautiful art.
Sunkissed skin.
Shared stories.
I didn’t think so.
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doctorkatmd · 1 year
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Dear person who was in the public restroom with me today. Why would you ever pick the stall next to someone in the bathroom whenever all the others are empty? Are you a psychopath? I bet you look up videos of puppies crying for fun!
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pufffinn · 2 years
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i am having. stranger things brainrot
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lostunderstars · 1 year
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Today, as I was on the tram, I looked around and saw a young man who reminded me a lot of Kit Connor. I didn't think much of it but deep down I was kind of hoping he'd take the same metro as I so I could enjoy being around someone so beautiful just a little longer. It turns out he did get on the same metro and I was able to sit facing him, so I would discreetly glance at him, except our eyes met like FOUR times and I felt so embarrassed each time, but also I could not take my eyes off him because this man was a living and breathing piece of art. I kept thinking "enjoy seeing him while you still can, he's probably getting off soon" except the man literally got down at the exact same station as me?! He seemed like he was in his early twenties, so a little older than Kit, and I'm also pretty sure he was of Asian descent, so definitely different from Kit, but there was just... something. Something about the way his eyebrows moved and the way he looked around and the way he chewed on his gum I MEAN LIKE, WHATEVER IT WAS, there was something that reminded me of Kit. And again, bro was fucking beautiful and I couldn't help but see him as one of the most gorgeous pieces of art ever. So, whoever you are, I hope I didn't appear as some kind of creep to you and I hope me seeing you as a masterpiece doesn't make me too weird. Also, thank you, dear stranger, for taking my mind off my darkest thoughts, they've been eating me up a lot lately but for 45 minutes, I was able to keep a smile on my face.
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napween · 1 year
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My friend, you've come so far & for that I am proud of you 💛💜
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jaketswine · 9 months
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dear stranger part one this afternoon !!
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this will be a short little intro post to set up the rest of the story!!
a/n: this is a multi part imagine series based on Laufey’s lovely songs dear soulmate and beautiful stranger.. hope you all enjoy <3
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blairpfaff · 2 months
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PAUL MESCAL as Harry in All of Us Strangers (2023)
"That’s the bit that scared me. When I saw it for the first time in the audience, I asked Andrew if he remembered me doing that. The most illicit moment is not actually the sex, but my eyes looking up to Andrew when I’m about to go down on him." [x]
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Dear Stranger,
They say that the value of the things you learn is only as good as the quality of your reflections about them. Do you believe that as well? I for one will be honest with you, I have not been doing some quality reflecting as of late. Would this mean I am not valuing my learnings at this point of my life?
When I was in university, I would write on my journal whenever there is something I'd like to understand about myself, an experience that I'd like to remember, or whenever there's some kind of epiphany that'd hit me. When I started working, the habit just seem to have disappeared. Come to think of it, I have been to busy dealing with a lot of external affairs that I seem to have neglected the goings on of my internal life.
Or could it be that instead of my handy dandy notebook and scented pens, I've found different ways, media, for me to reflect. Maybe, it doesn't have to be pages of a journal. It could be an IG story, a Twitter post, a digital art, a silent prayer, a moment of meditation, a cup of coffee.
Maybe even a Tumblr post or a letter to a stranger.
That's actually nice.
Trying to live a reflective life,
the friendliestofdaisies 🌼
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bi-booklover · 2 years
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repeat after me.
QUEER CHARACTERS ARE NOT PLOT DEVICES FOR STRAIGHT CHARACTERS.
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tunasaladwaffles · 1 year
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Dear stranger,
I know you're not in my life right now, but just know that when that day comes, I only require you to do one thing. Treat me well. Treat me so fucking well that love and kindness would be so easy for me to do. Love me that I may have the energy to love. I am sick and tired of only having to give love and not being loved back the way I want to be loved. Fill my love tank to the brim. Most importantly, please come sooner.
Love always,
A
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