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Ladies, 2024 is personal.
Dear Besties and future Besties,
We're starting FRESH this year, I want to encourage each and every one of you to dedicate 2024 to becoming your best self, from the inside out. This is your ✨IT Girl era✨, a time to prioritize self-care, personal growth, and breaking old habits.
Start by investing in your mental and emotional well-being. Consider therapy or counseling to unpack any past traumas, explore your innermost thoughts and feelings, and gain a deeper understanding of yourself. Remember, healing is a journey, and seeking professional help is a sign of strength, not weakness.
Let's focus on our physical well-being. Make time for regular workouts and prioritize your health. Whether it's hitting the gym, practicing yoga, or simply going for a walk, physical activity not only benefits your body but also clears your mind and boosts your confidence.
Breaking old habits is never easy, but this year, let's challenge ourselves to do just that. Identify any negative patterns or addictions that hold you back and take the necessary steps to overcome them. Seek support from loved ones, join our group, or even consider professional help. Remember, you have the power to change your life. ✨💞
In the midst of this transformation, it's crucial to practice being more private and working smarter. In a world that often values constant sharing and busyness, find solace in quiet moments and focus on the tasks that truly matter. Prioritize your goals, streamline your efforts, and eliminate distractions. By doing so, you'll find that you can accomplish more in less time, leaving room for personal growth and self-care. You are not for everyone, be selective with your energy this year babe. 🩷
Financial stability is vital, so let's make it a priority this year. Save your money, create a budget, and invest in your future. By being mindful of your spending habits and making smart financial decisions, you'll be empowering yourself to live a life of financial freedom and security.
Remember, peace is the REAL luxury. Prioritize your mental and emotional well-being above all else. Surround yourself with positivity, cut out toxic relationships, and embrace moments of solitude. By cultivating inner peace, you'll radiate strength and tranquility, attracting positivity and abundance into your life.
Lastly, love on yourself. You are more precious than rubies and daughters of the most high God. Embrace your worth and never settle for less than you deserve. Set boundaries, demand respect, and prioritize your own happiness. By loving and valuing yourself, you'll attract those who do the same.
In the upcoming year, let's remain humble, determined, and refuse to accept anything less than what we truly deserve. 🥂
We will continue to work with you on becoming the best versions of yourself! Please take advantage of all of our guides/ resources (click here) & there’s plenty more ahead, stay tuned!
Xoxo,
The Black Feminine Society 💋
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ghostsmp3 · 1 month
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BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN by Danny Clinch, September 24, 2020 for AARP.
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think-through-pen · 5 months
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To My Only Love
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Dear Love,
Your love flowed into my dry, addle bottomless crater as a stampede of emotions making rosemaries burst from all its cracks.
Trudging along a path alone, tattered clothes, cracked lips and a frail hope of seeing the sun, I found the surroundings the bringers of gloom and eternal damnation. A vulture landed before me with a piece of rotten flesh in its beak. It dropped it on the ground and nudged it towards me. I picked it up and inspected it. It gave off a sweet, soft scent of crushed daisies; its texture soft and frail. The meat melted away revealing a bouquet of daisies. I looked at the vulture. Its large wings were being shed, and white feathers outnumbered the black ones. The feet grew smaller, and so did the vulture's size. The bald head grew into a plentiful of white blessings. The clouds turned poetic pink and calm, soothing rays of sun danced upon my scarry face.
This is how my world transformed in quiet steps when I met you, just like how the sea kisses the coast with every wave.
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veronica-17-hood · 2 years
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a request <3 hope y’all enjoy a teeth rotting letter from a very worried jason todd
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my darling ev,
now where have you been? this is my fourth letter with no response. no answer to my calls, i can only find such a secure way to talk to you and you ignore me.
i understand that i’m gone my darling, and for that i apologize but i’m still trying to make us work, to make this work.
and to be frank, i am so beyond worried about you.
i know your alive, i can see the house alarm going on and off and the card being swiped as you buy fresh flowers for the counters.
i’m sorry i can’t go buy them for you, i hope you understand.
now sweetheart, you know i love you.
even though i don’t say it everyday or whenever we say goodbye but i do, i want you to feel it in your bones that i do.
ya know what i could use right now, a nice postcard from our favorite little town right outside gotham. where we have the safe house? you know the one?
you can take whichever of B’s cars from the house, you know he’ll never say no to you. your the one that brought his son out of the rain and back into the unfortunately bright sun, though i would take a million degrees of heat if i could be with you.
but take whichever car, bake and pick flowers from the fields, and when this opt is done i’ll come there and we can spend days, weeks, months there just you and me.
because i miss that, you and me.
you used to be the open one y’know. you used to be the one begging me to cry or scream or throw things, just something so that i would show emotions. and now look at me, writing you cheesy love notes and hoping to get one in return.
and now you are locking me out.
please don’t close the doors on me, on us. i’m here, tangible and real. i am yours, so fully and utterly yours.
so please go the house out in the prairie field that i never thought i would ever live in but you convinced me it was worth the ‘little women vibes’ as you called it. go and look at the polaroids and pictures you have taped up in the living room and be at peace, where there is no joker, no bats, nobody to scare you.
go and find yourself again.
and if you can’t sweetheart, well it’s okay. because you know what baby?
this is where you say ‘what jay?’ with the little giggle and nose scrunch you do every time you think i’m slightly loosing my mind.
well since you asked so nicely, i’ll be home soon and we can work through this together like you did with me for so long. it’s my turn to shower you in all the love and praise or maybe you want space and silence, either way i’ll be there to help you through whatever is happening in that sweet mind and soul of yours.
and i’ll even grab a fresh bouquet of flowers, whichever ones you want before i walk through those doors.
i love you always darling.
be home soon.
always yours,
jay.
(p.s. the whole flower spiel at the end does require you to tell me which flowers you want so if you could be a dear and indicate which type you want when i come home on the postcard that i sure to god hope you send, it would be much appreciated.)
(p.p.s. i love you sweetheart) i really hope you read that in my gotham accent :)
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letterstomonkey · 1 year
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Celebration Fixation
Quill pens dipped in liquid gold running a tab higher than all my siblings combined,
and of course,
the invitations will be sent with personalized bouquets of roadkill on a stick.
You are not the sun, but this morning I carried you out of bed because I love you like an astronomer catching the constellations you speak of in your sleep, and
I keep the moons who dare eclipse your heart bookmarked by dog ears, ready to defend you, faithfully, before you even recognize you are in danger, and
by the end of it all I have gone blind, but
You have never burned so bright.
I kiss your cheek desperately, fighting for your gaze to meet mine, because
although I love you, I am wounded when
your eyes regain consciousness beneath the safety of ennui that you feel
From anybody's gaze you care to meet,
except for me;
The sight of me confronts your insecurity,
stinging like a backhanded slap where my lips pressed your cheek with exorbitant passion, instilling my belief that the dimple upon your cheek wasn't there until I kissed you.
I shelter you like a wooden gazebo between a soccer field and playground,
pleading with you to come running back to your mother's blanket at half-time,
digging in the cooler for a clementine, you ask Mom to peel it for you because
her fingers will never again be this dexterous and nimble,
her belly never again this fruitful,
her heart will never be so full as when you needed her to reapply your sunscreen on the sidelines
You miss my lips on your cheek not until a week later,
and you remind yourself that love is a family affair, always.
I practiced stenography
so I will write your invitations to listless lovers I disapprove of, if it is what you ask me to do, only if I may inscribe them in illegible stenography
All the while, I will celebrate you in collecting Sunday morning sunbeams so you never have to wake up feeling anything but warm and sheltered, and
I will continue to love you better than branding you like cattle,
and I love you enough not to accept your invitation, because
I will celebrate you better than quill pens dipped in liquid gold,
because I love you enough
to ask you
to be quick to reject love that lives stationery
to please write me with gold dipped, quill pens
to please water me during the dry season,
to please tend to these roots as though you love me,
as though they are not the only roots you have ever known,
I know you, please know that I love you
You could love me back in liquid gold
if only you had one less other hand to hold.
Yours truly,
Monkey
P.S.
A whole year of writing and posting Letters to Monkey has now come and gone. I have never before loved you more than I do after a year of dissecting your own point of view.
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gagesfall · 1 year
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Like Crazy (2011) dir. Drake Doremus “To you who made me see things I could never see alone.♡ “
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Dear; followers
You kicked me in the teeth and said "LIVE YOUR TUMBLR DREAM DUMBASS"
This isn't about public numbers, it's about personal numbers. Your follow means so much to me
From; the Australian teen who decided to make this account
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nerdgirljen · 11 months
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💙 Dear Meatball,
I know that things look pretty bleak right now, that you've got to feel that you've hit rock bottom, but I hope that you know that whatever you're going through right now that there are still so many people who love and want to support you.
I so very much want to sit here and write something poignant and uplifting, but as I sit here at my kitchen table at 4:45 in the morning, I am at an utter loss for words... which is so very unusual for me (someone who considers herself a writer). So until I am able to put that pen to paper in a way that I want to, I just want you to know that I admire you, your talent, and your heart very much, and that you deserve every good thing Life and the Universe can hand you.
I am so very sorry you are going through a rough time, but I know that if you stick it out brighter days are on the other side of that steep mountain you're currently facing. Grab that climbing gear, your support teams, and work to make that climb your bitch.
From this literature afficionado, and as one Disney Adult to another, I want to remind you of a small, but very profound, passage by AA Milne in Winnie the Pooh:
"If ever there is a tomorrow when we're not together, there is something you must always remember. You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. But the most important thing is, even if we are apart, we'll always be with you."
All my 💙,
Me
PS Take care of you for us.
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springsteenfilms · 2 years
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In the Mood for Love (2000 ) / Janey Needs a Shooter (2020)
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queenangiexo · 8 months
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A Letter To You
Dear S.C ,
You saved me. And I don’t mean in a cliche way like I was going to end it all and you gave me a new meaning to life not like that because frankly I knew life was beautiful before I met you but you’ve made it shine a hell of a lot brighter I can tell you that . You saved me because you saw the sadness that I hold inside but rather than trying to fix me you simply just be you and allow me the opportunity to be me. You saved me because you broke up my daily routine and caused complete chaos within my world which I didn’t know I needed till now, You include me and continue to do so everyday without fail rather than me spending my days alone . You saved me because you speak to me with kindness and understanding when I’m being my most difficult and allow me the time I need to process my feelings but still sticking by me. You saved me because you helped me without knowing . Thank you for coming into my life and blessing me with you. I pray I get to continue to be with you, heal with you and grow along side you .
Sincerely ,
A.S.B
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the-liliger · 9 months
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A Letter
"Dear Reader, I don't know who you are, Reader, but I love you. I love the way you look. The way you think. Your opinions matter. You matter. You're not perfect, but I'll tell you a little secret: Perfect doesn't exist. It's an empty word, an unrealistic expectation. You're human. And you're amazing just the way you are. Flaws, wants, quirks, kinks, disorders, scars, dreams, grades, gender, sexuality, all of it. If you're reading this right now, you are strong. And brave. And kind. I'm so proud of you. I know life can get so hard… And there are much easier options. But you weren't born to die. You were born to live. Life will have its ups and down, but the ability to keep going, that's what makes you so strong, and what brought you here today. You're so brave to keep living in this sad, broken world. But just knowing that someone as bright and strong as you is in the world, makes mine a little brighter and happier. And the fact that you took the time to read a stranger's message this far, just proves how kind you are. And smart too ;) , people don't acknowledge it often enough, but reading truly is an incredible skill, which is taken for granted, just like you. You are so much more brilliant and powerful and wondrous than you or anyone else could ever imagine. That's why I love you so so much, and ask you to do me a little favor. Don't give up. You've made it so far already, and there's so much more living left for you. Don't be scared to copy and paste this message to share it with others! With infinite admiration and wishes of light, hope, and opportunity, - Stranger"
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ghostsmp3 · 6 months
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people will call letter to you just a solid album like it didn't literally change lives
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think-through-pen · 9 months
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To My Love (3)
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Dear Love,
I hope that you are doing fine. The rain has stopped altogether, leaving me alone to stop and admire a dew-kissed peony.
Everything is glistening like a newly-wed wife, and there's grace in everything around me. But there's one thing amiss: beauty. For me, it is your presence beside me as you talk to me about your day with the sun brightening your face; the wind blowing sweet melodies of a cuckoo; the earth sprouting flowers at your feet to show how fond of you I am!
I feel relief knowing that you will be safe from the gnashing of the sky. During the rain, my sobs were muffled and face an amalgamation of a lover and a vagabond. But now, you can see the traces of my tears; they fall on earth like huge boulders scraping my knees, so I sit on my knees and cry.
Your Lover,
M
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blogger1011 · 8 months
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I talk about you in passing to my friends. I don't mention your name when I tell them how you left. When they're pissed with you about what you did to me, I don't stop them. But neither do I curse your name. I would be lying if I said I'm not waiting for you. But I'm not holding my breath either. You're lingering. You have left me but you're lingering in my head. In my heart. I don't know how to not make it belong to you. But you're mine like the dreams that fade away as soon as you wake up. You're mine like the ache that stabs you suddenly, making you feel winded. You're mine like the breeze which plays with my hair is mine. You're mine like my favourite tv shows are mine, there for everyone to see but not loved the way I love them. You're mine like the song I can't stop humming. You're mine like the constellations of stars, hidden behind clouds but still there, twinkling. You're mine like ink on paper, different before they touch, but one when they do. You're mine like the blue sky belongs to the morning. You're mine like lightning calling thunder to follow it each time it strikes. You're mine like a promise never kept but neither forgotten. You're mine like every wish my bones scream that are never granted. You're mine like the whispers in the dark, meant to be heard by nothing but walls. I know I should just walk away. Like you did. But, oh how do I explain to you that you can be out of my sight for months and yet my mind will still recall your smile, clear as day. I wish you were here. But this small wish doesn't even begin to cover what I want. But what can you do, right? You made a decision for the both of us.
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mrshaikh456 · 1 year
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A letter to myself...
Hey! First of all, I’m sorry. I really mean it. I know it’s hard for me to handle you but I’m trying my best. I know how you’ve been feeling lately. I know it hurts, but that’s the truth somehow. Don’t deny it, don’t ignore it. I’m trying my best so that you’ll look much better, and you’ll be healthier than ever. I know there are many things about you that you don’t like. I’m working on it. Don’t worry maybe one day it’ll be gone forever. I know you don’t like that body, that dumbass face, those beautiful eyes and its color, those wavy hairs and their color, those sharp ears, that silly nose, those clumsy lips, those cute fingers and that skin color of yours. Even you don’t even like the soul you have. I know you hate every single inch, every single breath of yours. You hate yourself so much because of me. I’m sorry. But this is life, it’ll happen. I know you feel like dying sometimes but that don’t worth anything. You deserve more. I know it’s hard for you to get what you want sometimes even tough after trying your best you were not able to get it. I can understand how you feel. It’s okay, that’s a phase. It’ll come and go. You’ll surely get that thing or something more than that one day. You’ve to wait for the right time, the right moment. There’ll be someone out there who’ll like that every inch of yours. Don’t worry it’s either living or dying. But dying naturally is what you need. The day your purpose in this world ends you’ll die. Till then try to enjoy it to the fullest. I’m here, I’m doing my best. You don’t need to worry, don’t get sad, don’t cry. I’m sure everything will be alright with you or without you. Don’t forget who you are. Be yourself, do what you like to do. Don’t make things complicated. Everything will be alright. It’s life, have fun. You won’t regret living.
-mrshaikh456
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To Cassiopeia
I have my father’s blood, his heart, and have overcome every evil you tried to put inside me. I do not have his enabling weakness.
I was never your daughter, and if you do not stop contacting me I will write a novel that will describe everything you ever did to me and profit off your cruelty and humiliation with relish.
Your choice.
You should read the book, ‘I’m Glad My Mom Is Dead’ if you don’t understand. You should also read ‘The Boy Who Was Raised As A Dog’. Those tragic stories of abused kids were royalty compared to your torture of me as a child.
My children know your crimes, and never ask about you. They still miss my father, but he chose you. His fucking loss. Every day you are not in my life is better than any day I had before I knew the truth.
I am blocking you now. I do not have a family besides the one I made. You are just a horrible lesson I learned so I could protect my children from evil.
I hope when you do descend after your miserable life, I get to watch Hades himself burn you for everything you did to us. I have no doubt the entire underworld will watch and smile as you melt into a puddle of your own revolting filth.
Tonight I will light a fire with my blood and curse you to feel all you inflicted upon me until you finally end. My truth set me free from your existence of torment and misery. I owe you nothing and you will have nothing from me.
You will burn, you rancid monster.
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