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Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Leonard Woolf, featured in The Selected Letters of Virginia Woolf

Your yearly reminder to

Write letters to your future self! I just got one from a year ago, and it was so fun looking back and seeing how far I've come and having answers to the questions I asked myself back then.

You could just write a physical letter and stash it away for some time, or you could use something like FutureMe so it's done automatically

Have fun and take care everyone 🤍

My slowly penpal is so cute i love them :(((

"I know what it's like to be depressed and no person deserves it I hope he gets better, whether it be by medication or other means. I also hope you're asleep by now, if not I'm willing to try and help by just letting you vent more. - KitKat, ♡"

:((( they're so nice!!!

I like broken people, they always have a unique way of seeing things.

day 14: favourite TV show stranger things

Scrapbook #15: Xan (Click for full-size image.)

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Scrapbook #14: Victory (Click for full-size image.)

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Mother's Day

Scrapbook #12: JACK! (Click for full-size image.)

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From: Jack

To: Casandra

Scrapbook #9: KP (Click for full-size image.)

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Scrapbook #4: Crunk Dank (Click for full-size image, click here for details.)

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The Great War | Taylor Swift

Eat the lich.

below is a letter to my childhood dog:

Dear Biscuit,

You died when I was 15. The house was quiet when I came back home from camp that summer. I never understood how deeply integrated to the house you were, you took up more space than the tv or Mom’s yelling. Your presence was more foundational than the house’s beams and walls. You were somehow the definition of our family. At the time I wasn’t sympathetic to you, you were shitting uncontrollably, you became blind, and your hips barely functioned. In my young mind you’ve become a chore. Now I am grateful for your company and apologetic for the long life you lived without any reward. You once helped divide the attention between our parents, helped them receive unadulterated love and loyalty, something completely unavailable to give as a human child.

I never understood you until you left, when I quickly became expected to act like you. Did you know your worth? Did you feel the same pressure I did? I consistently fell short of the pedestal you built. I was jealous of your ability to do everything right without the weight of stress slowing down your happiness. I admired you most when we were both 4. Do you remember when I put on my pink poodle onesie and followed you around on all fours? I wanted the adoration and love you received. I mimicked you constantly just to be perceived in the same way as you, to rid myself of any responsibility being their daughter would have on my innocence.

I grew out of the onesie within a couple years. It digged in my crotch, rubbed against my armpits, and my ankles were visible from my growing legs. When you left, the onesie sat folded in a box in the basement and yet I was expected to put it back on. Follow blindly, speak when spoken to, no thoughts, no questions. I got the brunt of all your expectations shot into me. I was suddenly the pet, something and not someone. An animal to maneuver and do as they please, a presentation for friends and neighbors to represent our family’s structured excellence. You were given grace being a dog and yet I still can’t imagine how little grace was given to you if you received even an ounce of the obligation I did. If you didn’t have to, would you lay by Dad’s feet under his desk? If you had any sort of choice, would you have stayed? Was your life fulfilling? Was your joy built out of love or from necessity?

I don’t remember how much he beat you; I know that despite my infant memory my heart remembers your howled screams. When he hit me, your existence was my comfort. Your coarse fur was soothing against my small hands, your disinterest alleviating from the attention I did receive. We were two different beings who received the same abuse, I was treated like a dog and you were treated like you knew better. You would think the trauma would bring us closer, but neither of us even acknowledged each other passing in the hallway.

I wanted to love you more than I did. I wanted to relate to you about our trauma. Connect, subconsciously discuss without words. I grotesquely craved affection, but you seemed to as well. You were always with him, following him into every room, ignoring everyone else. I didn’t understand and it made me resent your unbridled obedience. I couldn’t comprehend your seeming forgetfulness of the past was already stored in your body as law, that your robotic nature wasn’t natural. Who would you be if it wasn’t beaten out of you? Did you ever feel yourself? I tried to be as subservient as you, to be whatever he wanted me to mold into. It was never enough. I could always be better. I could’ve been more like you, at peace within the circumstances handed to me, moving forward without resentment or feeling, but every time he stepped into the same room as me I froze. All I could ever think about is the harm he’s caused and could do to me. Did you think that way to? Were you always with him submitting, for preventative measures or protective? Was there somewhere in your instincts telling you to use your compliant role as a way to protect us?

I never really thought you would get old, despite my expectance of your nearing death, the process up until that point is what introduced my defiance. They never took you to a vet for anything which caused you to grow old painfully. I was helping you up and down the stairs, checking if you were breathing when you were sleeping, petting your tumors with the same soft strokes I did like when we were young. Me and you dealt with our unlucky lives separately from one another. Seeing each other unharmed gave us confidence, clarity, a sense of calmness and safety. The dynamic was now changed, I was confused how to feel comfortable in the house without you. I for some reason blamed this on you. I’m sorry for it. I didn’t know if I would ever feel secure in my surroundings again. I was scared to be without you and scared for what my future could look like in turn. We had the same life and you left it neglected by the same parents you served your existence for. Did you ever feel betrayed? Did you regret? Did you desire? Was there anything you felt other than pain?

When you passed I hope you felt the same feeling we had for one another when we would catch each other’s eyes from across the room: peace from the acknowledgment of our shared experiences, an awareness that you weren’t alone, that you deserved more. I wish you had a better life, a family who loved you for you and allowed your presence in its entirety. I’m sorry I never got to know you. I’m sorry for your suffering. I never forgot the abuse you went through and never will. Bitterness and resentment remain seated in the front of my mind because of your mistreatment, the life you never knew, the love you’ve never fully received.

I don’t have any pictures of you and my mental image of you is distorting. I don’t want to forget what you look like. You were the older sibling I never had. You helped me grow up more than anyone else. The one that ignores you, yet is always beside you. I miss looking into your eyes and feeling understood and safe. That our hardship was melted into one. My misplaced emotions took over my actions in our relationship, I never allowed myself to feel what was necessary while you were alive. I just pushed through any emotion until they were gone. My mangled perception of my world was limited to our parents’ controlled vision. I listened, I followed, I behaved. At the time, you had knowledge about our environment that I just wouldn’t comprehend yet, you knew the whys behind what you did no matter their simplicity. You saved me from more abuse than I could’ve gotten if you hadn’t been the dog that you were. You took care of everyone in a way that forced us together as a family, despite how broken, you made everything ok. I couldn’t keep up with the responsibility after you were gone. Nobody could.

I tried to force myself to cry after you were gone, I never did. I guess I was more excited about you receiving some long needed rest. Thank you for staying by me for as long as you did. Thank you for the life you have given despite the life you received. I miss you. I hope you are enjoying being yourself.

Love you

Promise you’ll write me?

Diary Blog: Letter to myself

"After years of overthinking and analysing I came to a conclusion about relationship. Exactly, why my relationships never lasts. You know, sometimes people doesn't put the same value to the things as you do. I'm not talking about romantical relationship, because you're going into that kind of attachment with some kind of expectations, you want love, just attachment maybe. I'm talking about friendships! I always kept my expectations low, as long I'm not expecting that person to do anything, I'm not overthinking. I remember telling someone to just text me whenever you can after your flight lands, they didn't even though they said they would! I waited the whole day and again realise why I don't have any expectations from people anymore. Expectations are the root of every problems. I don't think it's requires a lot of space or time to text someone, if any person couldn't find five seconds of their precious time to spend on the person they said their close friend, I can't stop myself thinking if I have any value in that person's life anymore. But at the same time I also think, no body is entitled to spend their time on anyone, there might be lot's of things that I don't know that they might be facing, struggling through. But I still can't stop myself from hoping. I can't stop myself from begging to have footnotes in their stories! I don't know I'm just incredibly heartbroken." I'm in dilemma!

A diary full of letters which I'll never publish 🍂🍂

That’s the last thing you need darling

got a letter in the mail. wth did i miss???

Then I’ll cry with the rain if you leave like everyone. What then

what if i tell the moon about you what then

Romance, Requests, and Redirection

Part 1 - Romance, Requests, and Redirection | Part 2 - Eris' Reply | AO3 | Nesta Week 2025 Masterpost |

A/N: This is Eris' reply to Nesta's letter (which I wrote for Nesta week linked above), as requested by @aleksandra25cracow. I hope you like it!

Word Count: 590

Dear Nesta,

I must confess, I was puzzled at the correspondence that arrived this morning at the Forest House. I certainly wasn’t expecting a letter bearing the telltale signs of the Night Court to show up at my breakfast table. Even lacking the official insignia, I would recognise a letter from Night, though I can assure you the surprise was a pleasant reprieve from the monotonous court life here in Autumn.

Solstice was another such welcome break, a place where I could enjoy the festivities, though they took place elsewhere, a place I will acknowledge I am not particularly fond of. However, I must admit, the dancing that night was perhaps the jewel in the crown, so to speak. It has been a while since I have been able to dance so freely, to revel in the celebrations as one ought to do but as politicians rarely get the chance to. A night to let my inhibitions down and rid myself of my mask, if only for a fraction of a while with a skilled dance partner is something I will be grateful for. I would be lying if I said I did not enjoy that night thoroughly.

But while I would love to converse at length regarding your love for the noble art, I must confess how pleased I was upon hearing of your interest in exploring Autumn and the wonder it has to behold, despite hearing what troubles you. My court is truly a wondrous place, like no other in Prythian, and though talking about it at length is perhaps one of my favourite pastimes, I will let you see this jewel for yourself.

Regarding your previous letter, I implore you to be careful with your words, lady. Though each court has its own ways of punishing treason, the Night Court’s being no less brutal than any other nor any less creative in the torment, I must ask you to avoid throwing caution to the wind when discussing such matters openly. The fae are never what they seem, and they will certainly grasp any opportunity they can to lie, contrary to the mortal myths I am sure you have heard. We will keep correspondence (we will have to, if you are to visit), but like you, my letters may be cryptic, and I will leave it to you to decipher them (though I have no doubt you will be able to do so without an ounce of difficulty, from the brief glimpse I have gotten of you).

A visit could be arranged, though it will require immense amounts of planning and logistical support from both sides. Despite this, it will be fleeting, and that will have to suffice, if only for now. Though we do not know each other, though we have hardly met, I shall need you to trust me in these upcoming weeks, if you truly mean to visit. We shall have to work together to create a plan so intricate that nothing and no one will be able to deter it. We will need to have contingency plan upon contingency plan, though I can assume this is not news to you. We will be able to talk at length upon your arrival. Rest assured that our conversations will remain confidential at all times. I trust the High Lord and Lady have informed you about the nature of Fae bargains, and the terms of one shall be discussed at length should you see the need for such a measure.

I will await your arrival.

~ Eris Vanserra

A/N: When Eris said “I need you to trust me” the only thing going through my head was Aladdin and how he asked Jasmine to trust him before they went flying on the magic carpet (can you tell it’s one of my favourite Disney movies)

Romance, Requests, and Redirection

AO3 | Nesta Week 2025 Masterpost |

@nestaarcheronweek

Prompt: Day Three - True North (The eight-pointed star has many meanings in Nesta’s journey, but the path is far from over. Where do you think her star is pointing?)

A/N: As promised, the letter that Nesta writes to Eris on Day 1 is revealed here!

Word Count: 434

Dear Eris,

I am aware that this letter seems untoward and sudden, and I will start off by saying how apologetic I am. I also need you to know that I would not have contacted you if this was not a matter of extreme urgency.

You once asked me to write to you if I got tired of the scheming and games which the Night Court seems to revel in. If I’d managed to find a good dance partner in my twenty-five years of being alive. My answer to you is no. No, I must admit that skilled dance partners are indeed difficult to come across. So here I stand, pride, armour, and all my defenses stripped away, asking you not as an unearthly, unworldly Cauldron-Made being or someone who hoards power like jewels or gold, but simply as Nesta Archeron. I was loath to admit what effect you had on me in the Hewn City. It was enthralling; to know that someone appreciated the art of moving one’s body with a grace so lethal, almost as much as I appreciate it. 

I saw your amber eyes shimmering that night, Eris. I saw that them glisten with more than desire or lust.

You possess a heart of gold. Not of a dreamer, but one that is not afraid to act when the time is right. I implore you to act now.

The bond has not been accepted, and I will not accept it for reasons I will only tell you when I see you. I cannot put them in writing. The Blood Duel will not be invoked, at least not from Night. I will ensure it. 

Despite that, I would be lying if I said that the Autumn Court did not intrigue me, at least to some extent. It would be better than the horrors of Night. Though I cannot tell you too much about what has been going on here, for the risk of being found out remains, I shall try to get as many messages across as I can. Know that they can come in any shape, any form, any way, for I fear that I will have to become more creative with my ways of correspondence lest interception becomes commonplace.

I would not put anything past Rhysand. Treason it may be, but you must understand that I have reason to have caution. I am once again apologetic that I will not be able to recount details of my life here in Velaris, but rest assured that I will tell you everything once we meet.

I will await your letter.

~ Nesta Archeron

Part 2 - Eris' Reply

A/N: I hope I captured Nesta’s writing style accurately and I’m sorry if I was slightly redundant!

We Contain Multitudes.

I completed reading this book today and I liked it.

It's a love story between 2 boys who are paired by the English teacher to write letters to each other for a writing class assignment.

The friendship between Adam Karlansky and Jonathan Hopkirk develops little by little into love.

This book is much more than a love story. It also deals with bullying, homophobia, physical abuse and drugs.

I loved the writing and the writer's deep thoughts that has the power to evoke your emotions.

Kurl and Jo's love story was so cute and hot and had ups and downs.

There are some parts that I didn't like. Other than that it's a heartwarming, emotional and lovely book.

I liked so many quotes and the interpretation of Walt Whitman's poems. And I'm happy with the ending.

And Mark kurlansky is my favourite character.

I rate this book 4.8/5

Axii.

A. So... Slightly different. On the on the carbon-copy side of the two-ply printer paper, so I decided to start a font system. Obviously start at the beginning...

To you,

You will make lots of mistakes in life- you will learn but regardless you should remember this is only your first life. Learn to enjoy it more learn to love it more. It’s not easy to start now maybe it will take you time but that’s okay you have time to wait for you

I think it’s important to have patience with your self more, before anyone else.

It starts with you :))

I wish you love

Talk to you another time

I hope you understand, you deserve nothing but love regardless of your past or your futures mistakes to come. You deserve it all.

To the friends I used to have,

I have missed you even after all the hurt we have inflicted on each other

I wish your life is going well and you are currently happy or on your way, I hope you find love and peace in your heart.; that your truly doing well in life.

From a stranger in your past