I Love How You Write. It's Saving My Life Today.

i love how you write. it's saving my life today.

Wow… I wish there was some more eloquent way to verbalise that, but — firstly — I was not expecting that when going into my inbox. I hope you can enjoy more of my writing, you made my author soul happy for the day.

Now, even if I’m not sure if you meant the “saving your life” thing literally or metaphorically, I feel the need to thank you… not just for reading my stuff and sending this, but to thank you for all that you do. Take it from someone that (if you meant it on the more literal side) has believed the Voices more than a few times, existing is hard.

I don’t mean this as a therapist, authority figure, or some other “superior”, but as a fellow tired internet lurker: thank you. Thank you for all that you do, for each breath you take that others take for granted, for surviving when it feels impossible, for existing.

Maybe I’m just an optimist, but we’re not alone. Your F/O would never want you to believe what those louder thoughts claim. You deserve so much more than what you’re feeling right now, Anon. I can’t promise a way out, but I can hope that maybe through my writing, I might help you have some semblance of joy to make life a bit more worth it?

Oh yeah I want my blorbos to be happy!! First thing's first, though, *Puts them in horribly mentally damaging scenarios that they may never truly recover from*

Imagine your f/o scooping you up in the tightest bear hug and making you feel totally safe as they press a kiss to the top of your head.

Your F/O would take a “No” from you and promptly back off the second that word falls from your lips.

Your F/O would make sure to check with you and ask for your consent before even trying to speak on your behalf.

Your F/O would listen, not speak over you or trample over your words to get to their own point.

Your F/O would never try to weasel out a different response from you or wear you down until you buckle at their every whim.

After all, you are the one they adore.

They don’t want to mold you into the neighbour down the street, the flawless person you wish you could be, nor the character you think they should pick over you. Nothing — no amount of “merciful” lies, acts, or people-pleasing — will ever be as magnificent in their eyes as you simply existing. Even if you can’t see it, their love-stricken words and/or yearning gaze are only for you.

And when your “home” finally grows tired of slipping hatred under your door? Your F/O will rest beside you. Perhaps the others in your life have done the exact opposite of the four statements I made at the start, but your beloved wants you to know that they would silence the whole world just to make your voice heard.

Imagine your F/O gently yet sternly telling you that “Whatever you want” can’t always be your answer. While it might’ve been pleasing for others to hear, they’ll try their hardest to coax solid “Yes” or “No” answers from you, to get to know you as you are and never as what the others wanted you to be. You might not completely know yourself, but your F/O would never hesitate to look for your true colors beside you.

They want to familiarise themself with every thought and feeling that you are willing to share with them. Your F/O is simply honored that you want to sail the seven seas of your self-discovery with them. And when the fates inevitably send a storm your way? They’ll always be your anchor, your place to rest.

… Maybe the true home you were searching for is much closer than you previously thought.

Gosh your imagines are so clever tho

Like, having my insecurities get pwned like that? Touché mf

Oh, yes. It’s the perks of having all mental issues imaginable… well that and being a donut-hungry raccoon typing away at a keyboard, but humans are confusing little creatures so I doubt you’d understand that second part.

Anyways, checkmate, biatch

For selfshippers with self image issues, imagine your f/o(s) being straight up offended every time you insult yourself.

And rightfully so, because you’re wonderful.

S/I : God I’m so ugly, how could anyone love me-

F/O : EXCUSE ME?! WHAT AM I A ROACH?!