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The last summer dairies

To my someone :

I don't know about happily ever after, cause I feel we're not meant for 'forever', we part and we live life on our own and might never get to see eachother or even if we do we may be too grown-up or too hesitant/awkward to start a conversation like we do now.. who knows? Who knows what future has in store for us..

Eventually everything ends like it meant to be, not everything can stay with us for an eternity, not even our own flesh and blood. Then why shall I dwell on the possible loss or departure in future, instead of cherishing the moment cause it won't last long, why shall I fear all the what if's and destroy what's happening?

So for the every moment that I've spent with you, I've learnt to cherish it, I've learnt to cherish our time together. It's like a part of you, part of us - a memory - that I'd carry with me till my last breath, even if we're together or just somewhere far away.

I realised I don't wanna name 'us'. I feel we're beyond every bond, every relationship tag that we humans invented. I believe, to love someone doesn't require any tags, all it requires is a heart full of love. To name us or to tag us, is to limit us, to limit our love only to the tag that describe us. If I tag someone as a friend or family I can only love them as such, nothing more. And I feel I love you limitless, tho platonic it has no limits I guess, so I don't wanna tag us and hope you never ask for one, it might sound silly or look like a messed up situation ship, but trust me I just love you, like a person who love another person without any reason, without any tags.

Sometimes I feel like we're romantic in a way, like damn I flirt with you more than I possibly could with my future someone, and we're definitely the friendliest cause we are, we're what not?? We're everything! So baby why limit us with a tag? Why limit our love?!

After all I've said and wrote for you, if you still question your position or the priority I give to you in my life, you're as dumb as a rock! I said what i said.

No tag means no importance?? Just cause I said you're more than a friend but couldn't say what you exactly are meant you mean nothing to me?? You think! When I wanted tagless and limitless love for us, you - unaware and insecure of your role - asked me to limit us?! I understand your inner turmoil but bruh you're dumb sorry!

I may have many people in my life with different tags and different priorities,some might even meant more than you but that doesn't mean you're any less, you remain the same, you remain as the same tag less, strong, pure and silly bond I've got. You're not this, not that, you're everything. Not romantic nor platonic, just soulful.

Remember even if I got hit by a huge, like very huge truck (if!!) And got diagnosed with amnesia, then remember that it's the body, the mind that is effected not my heart or soul. I might forget about your existence, the bodily materialistic existence, but your love remains the same. I might still feel the tears forming in my eyes when I see you in the hospital ward who came to check on me after the incident, I might struggle to remember you but my heart already dwells up and squeezes out the love in form of tears off my eyes, a heavy unknown yet familiar lump forms in my throat cutting the oxygen supply, all cause my heart still loves you while my mind forgot about your existence.

That is how pure our bond is..

That is how pure my love is..

I loved you, neat and clean..

Soulfully and heartfelt..

and will ever do! 𖹭

Tags : #the last summer dairies

Author's note : Idk why half my summer dairies were filled with the love letters I wrote to my bestie (ik I said no tags but it's as in the love, it's beyond the love I show for any friend, while l call her ma or momma, I still describe her as my bestie to the world) but trust me there's other stuff too.. right?!

love letter with heart stamp 💝

Valentine's Day: Celebrating Love and Affection Shaina Tranquilino February 14, 2024

Love is in the air as Valentine's Day approaches, filling our hearts with warmth and excitement. This special day dedicated to love has been celebrated for centuries around the world, bringing couples closer and reminding everyone of the importance of affection in their lives.

Valentine's Day, observed on February 14th each year, holds a significant place in many cultures. Although its origins are somewhat mysterious, it has evolved into a day where people express their love and appreciation for one another through various gestures. From exchanging heartfelt gifts to enjoying romantic dinners or simply spending quality time together, this day offers endless opportunities to make your loved ones feel cherished.

The tradition of celebrating Valentine's Day dates back to ancient Rome when Emperor Claudius II banned marriages because he believed that single men made better soldiers. However, Saint Valentine defied this decree by secretly marrying young lovers. Eventually, Saint Valentine was caught and imprisoned but continued spreading love even from behind bars. Today, we honor his legacy by commemorating this day with joyous celebrations.

One of the most popular customs associated with Valentine's Day is sending cards or letters expressing affection towards loved ones. Known as valentines, these messages have become an essential part of the celebration. Whether it’s a simple note saying "I love you" or a heartfelt poem describing how much someone means to you, these tokens of affection never fail to bring smiles and warm hearts.

While exchanging valentines remains at the core of this day, modern celebrations have expanded beyond just romantic relationships. Friends, family members, and even pets can receive expressions of love on this special occasion. It has transformed into a beautiful opportunity for people to acknowledge all forms of love that enrich their lives.

In addition to handwritten notes or cards, gift-giving has also become customary during Valentine's Day celebrations. The traditional presents include flowers—especially roses—chocolates, and jewelry. These thoughtful gifts symbolize love, appreciation, and commitment. However, it is important to remember that the true essence of this day lies not in material possessions but in the genuine affection we show towards one another.

Valentine's Day is a chance to reflect on the importance of love and its impact on our lives. It reminds us to cherish those who hold a special place in our hearts and to express gratitude for their presence. It also serves as a reminder that love should be celebrated every day, not just on Valentine's Day.

For some people, Valentine's Day can bring about feelings of loneliness or sadness if they are single or have recently experienced heartbreak. However, this day offers an opportunity for self-love and self-care. Treat yourself to something special—a spa day, a favourite meal or movie—and embrace the joy of loving yourself.

Ultimately, Valentine's Day is so much more than a commercialized holiday; it is an occasion to celebrate love in all its forms. Whether you spend the day with your significant other, friends, family, or even by yourself, embracing love and affection is what truly matters. So let’s make this Valentine's Day memorable by spreading love and kindness wherever we go!

maybe send me ur favorite love letters if u have a moment and if i remember to open my ask box idk if its open lmao

I hope one day you get to wake up without any fear, worries, anxiety, guilt, shame or self-doubt.

I hope one day you wake up genuinely happy with so many good things to look forward to ♡

𝖧𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌>>>𝟥𝟥𝟥 💌🧸

Week 2 - Theme: Valentine's Day

It's Valentine's Day and Mikasa, ashamed, takes courage and goes to deliver a love letter 💌 to her secret crush (Levi)

It's a simple edition, but I wanted to collaborate with RivaMika month, so here it is

I'm a hopeless romantic and want to write and send letters so that I may dramatically pen my missive.

“ Hey, my hair looked pretty 2day, I wish u saw, so I’m posting pics of myself hoping you see them and love me again.

Miss u, please don’t forget me ”

you fix me everytime

Heart's Tender Whisper

Dear love,

In the quiet hours of the night, as I sit to pen down these words, my heart is filled with an emotion so profound and pure, it's almost surreal. You've become the melody that plays in the silence of my existence, a gentle tune that soothes and enlivens my soul.

From the moment our paths crossed, you've ignited a warmth in me that I never knew existed. Your laughter, a sweet symphony, echoes in the chambers of my heart, and your smile, radiant as the dawn, lights up my darkest days.

With you, I've discovered a world of emotions I never thought I could feel. Each day with you is a journey into the depths of joy and serenity, a discovery of feelings that were once alien to me. Your kindness has not only touched my heart but has transformed me in ways I'm still learning to understand.

I find myself captivated by the smallest details about you – the sparkle in your eyes when you speak of your passions, the grace in your movements, the laughter that seems to make the world a brighter place. In these details, I find endless reasons to fall deeper in love with you.

Please know, my affection for you is as genuine as it is deep. You are an extraordinary person who has left an indelible mark on my life. My gratitude for having you in my life is immeasurable, and I treasure every moment we share.

With all the love my heart can hold,

Pinocchio

saw people posting love letters to appalachia on @intheholler and all of them made me cry!considering that i’m leaving my hometown for college in about two weeks, i decided to write my own! also def go check out @intheholler ‘s blog, it’s awesome!!

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brought up in the rolling hills of greater appalachia, there were scarce times, there were good times, and there were rough times. just like anywhere else. but at all times there was hope and community, no matter the circumstance.

as many negative things as i hear about the place i live and as many experiences i have had that align with such criticisms, there were a thousand more instances where i was blessed with an enchanting, community enriched childhood. i will never forget or under-appreciate the closeness of neighbors despite our long lengths from one another.

what i mean to say is, appalachia, they could never make me hate you.

my Daddy is a pastor and my Mama the most down to earth pastor’s wife to walk this sweet, dark-soiled land we are so blessed to live on. even though my father and i don’t always get along, my mother and i are and will forever be the most kindred of spirits. through her wit, her will, and her wisdom, many traditions of appalachia have been passed down to me.

your porch ceiling best be haint blue, and you had better never close another person’s pocket knife. always gift a hand-quilted or crocheted blanket at every baby shower you ever attend. sprinkling salt at every doorway while squeaking out a hushed and hastened prayer for protection.

even those are just a few traditions that i can credit to my culture and my mother who instilled it in me. and that installation is so incredibly important. so as not to lose our rich, beautiful, and complex history.

the first rumblings, the soft spot

an important experience that i would argue helps many appalachian children to realize their culture and heritage is when they, for the first time, listen in to the kitchen talk among cousins. how Papaw can’t read so well because he never got to finish up school and why Uncle Rick got this new job manufacturing cars. how Meemaw lost her baby to scarlett fever and how Miss Deretta down the road worked at the children’s home where your cousin Thomas got dropped off in a cardboard box after a flood that demolished the apartments uptown. slowly, piece by piece, your young mind starts to understand the ebb and flow of unspoken community support. the gentle hand holding taking place through the entire mountain range. the interwoven families that aren’t any kin.

running interference

as you grow up, unfortunately, the world seeps in, slow and clever as a fox in the hen house. making your own out to be some sort of gnawing hillbilly that don’t know their ass from grass. and suddenly when someone asks where you’re from you’re ashamed to admit it. the only thing that you and friends talk about is getting out and seeing new places, away from the parents and the gossip pew of your respective churches. on friday night you all meet up in the Dollar General parking lot and carpool to your school’s football game so that you can shout wildly inappropriate cheers at the rival of the night from the student section. you run into Mrs Connor while washing your hands in the restrooms behind the stadium and when she tells you vibrant stories of your Pa in high school, skipping for deer hunting season along with half of the class of ‘68, you appreciate her. and you don’t know it, but every interaction like that, grows your mountain heart bigger, making more room for story after story.

one of my friends is now engaged to the man who was their starting quarterback. the two of them are the sweetest of couples. the world is perfectly small here.

weeks-long revival and a singing every night

after an innocent turned passionate kiss in your church crush’s car, you find space on the pew with the rest of your youth group, leaving room for jesus, of course. Aneoumes (an-nay-mus, unique name, i know) the church Dulcimer player brings out his fine jnstrument with Mrs Dorothy, the pianist and the previously mentioned Mrs Connor on the organ to do their own mesmerizing renditions of When the Roll is Called up Yonder, I’ll Fly Away, The Gloryland Way, Mansion Over the Hilltop, He Set me Free, Heaven’s Jubilee, and the baptist favorite, Amazing Grace making for a beautiful night of harmony among voices. anymore you weren’t sure what you believed (not that you dared to tell a soul, or even say it out loud) but you knew good and well that church brought people together and helped those in need, and both of those were things you could get on board with. of course the politics were messy, but you could mostly keep your lips sealed. your home church certainly did more to feed the hungry than the government officials who were supposedly all libbed up, or at least that is what they’d pushed.

suddenly, this place didn’t seem so bad. you were worn smack out but only because of the late company, which you certainly didn’t mind in exchange for a typical night of hot, early sleep. when you got home Todd Lee your neighbor was still cutting hay and so the putputput of his tractor lulled you off to sleep. he told you “it keeps the sugar in, seeing’s that it’s nice and cool out in the dark” he had told you when you let him know that his lively tractor sounds put you at peace every night.

something about this place felt more special, fonder, than what you had understood in your younger teen years.

the first leaving

your dad received a stimulus check during the pandemic and decided to go visit his aunt Barbara on the northeast coast. being away from home a whole week felt like a pig being gutted and packed, still warm in the patties. it was awful. every night you cried, holding your younger siblings who did the same, no one here smiled or talked to you and the rain didn’t smell right, the food was bland and blended all together in taste, worst of all there was nowhere to be that wasn’t covered in concrete and where there was, you had to pay for access. when the mountains finally came back into sight, your heart leaped and tears fell from your eyes. that moment was as close to divine intervention as you’d felt since your baptism. gratitude overwhelmed your senses and you thanked jesus for being born where you were. where people were friendly and food was good and friends were close and everything was wide open.

for a moment you wondered if when David wrote “The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures. He leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul.” if he too was experiencing the peace of returning home after a tumultuous time away.

the second leaving and the excited return

now, you’re headed off to college. it grips at your heart that you won’t be with the supportive community around you that you’ve always had. but this time the leaving makes sense. you’ll educate yourself on how to teach and help others, you’ll take extra, unnecessary classes on heritage and both cultural and natural history. upon your return you get to take all that hurt from being away and pour back into the place that has loved you so well. and you get to be the next generation to tell your own kiddos to keep the haints from their houses and their hands to the knives in their own pockets.

hopefully your loving will look a bit different, cast a wider net so that those kids who weren’t as lucky as you feel accepted in the community of people around them.

most importantly when you return with your degree and your license to teach, you can instill pride in those children, let them know that these lush hills and woods and creeks and mountains they call home really are some of the most wonderful places this world has to offer up. encourage them to believe that professional speaking is not removed from their dialect but rather in their clarity of conveyance. uplift the idea that time spent with family and friends, neighbors and strangers alike is to be valued. and most importantly in my book, teach them to appreciate the stories they are told, to remember them whether mentally or by doing some manual record keeping. our stories are our testaments to the fulfilling life that can be lived here. and the stories of our neighbor may have a great impact in our thinking.

what i’m trying to say is, appalachia, they could never make me hate you.

~ with much love,

addybug

I’m sitting here, listening to Be My Baby by The Ronettes, completely lost in thoughts of him, my forever love. I want to write him love letters to this song, like even when we’re apart, we’re still so close because our love feels just like this melody. I want to bake his favorite cake—not because I love the flavor, but because I just want to see him smile. I want him to tie ribbons in my hair, not because he cares about the ribbons, but because he adores the way I light up when he does. I want a love that’s perfectly in sync, like slow dancing in the living room with his hand on my waist, our hearts moving together as one. <3

These are not my images BTW ^^

I just need someone who loves classics as much as I do. Who is as enthralled with the idea of reading out loud to someone you love as much as I am. Like??? Getting to read to someone I love? Getting to read out loud? Listening to someone I love read? And we're both genuinely interested and having a good time! Whyyy is it not normalized?

And hand written love letters! And just old school, romantic love. Like really old school. Bring me flowers with secret meanings. Kiss my hand before my mouth. Chase after me without harassing me! Care about the little things! And let us read to each other!

NOCHE SOBRE 10.000 PIES

12-MAY-2022

Detén todo, en este momento.

Una lenta y tibia brisa te sopla la mejilla…

Ciérrate los ojos

Sientes cosquillas?

Las que te ruborizan

Te sacan una sonrisa por el costado izquierdo de tus labios

Quieres reír fuerte, pero luego piensas… que no, mejor no

Que no quieres compartir estos pensamientos

Y que son sólo tuyos

Es que piensas en mi

En los dos de las manos

Entre brazos y abrazos

La piel de gallina al tocarnos

Las ganas que no terminan de hacernos parecer uno, de lo próximos que estamos

Uña y carne que somos

Cielo y estrellas

El cielo lleno de estrellas

Todas nuestras

Todas brillan

Y esta cosquilla

Riiiica

Y este deseo que se siente

Y este loco deseo que nos domina

Hoy por la mañana me despertaste con un beso

Me dijiste “mi amor”

Siento aún estos besos en mi rostro

Cierro los ojos para no perder esta sensación

Que no se vaya…

Que no se vaya!!!

Dame las manos

No me dejas despertar del sueño tan tan bueno que es amarte

Quiero este sueño

Y ya no abriré jamás mis ojos

Para poder tenerte aquí

Al lado mío…

La brisa en mi frente…

Las cosquillas…

La sonrisa en el costado izquierdo de mi boca

Que ya no es mía, sino toda y entera tuya

Te amo… sueña conmigo… yo aprovecho que estoy más cerca del cielo para mandarte una estrella

Te amo, mi Vladi.

Tu Ever…

Love letters.

I'm just going back from the performance and can say it was truly healing, truly what I needed. Because I'm in my solitude all the time, don't have an intimate conversation with anyone. But this play was exactly like the most sincere intimate conversation. Heart to heart.

With love,

Lisa

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a love letter to You and I

To the unfortunate ✨🥀 (or most fortunate 😌🌻 - perhaps neutral? 👀🌱) Soul who sees this:

I wonder what sort of state You’d consider yourself in… The possibilities are thought-wringing. Yes 🙂. Thought-wringing cx

This… may be an attempt to do a life check-in. Sooo, if you’d like to do one with me, please feel free -^u^- 🌸

aight c: Status report: Overwhelmed at everything. Not doing well; multiple breakdowns in a single week alone. Saw burnout from a distance, and promised to treat self with unconditional love, and did best not to take anything out on others. Positive at beginning and “keeping head up.” Proud of self for coming this far [;before, I beat myself up every time I wasn’t able to do what I felt I “needed” to do. Now, I accept that sometimes I do get knocked down, and I allow it to happen, and I do my best to heal while my theoretically burning body lays there].

I am a fool 🤧. For laying there and not rolling around [sometimes I lay in bed, on my phone for hours and declare that “rest” :’) ]. For not yelling out for help or in pain [lashing out because I keep holding everything in; regardless of the reason, I know I haven’t done my part to communicate 😔]. For patching up the wounds and expecting it to be better immediately, moving in such a way that the wounds open up again so it takes even longer to heal than if I had cared for the wound [isolating, and then coming out of isolation from fear-based reasons instead of from actually taking care of myself, so I isolate even more because I’m so exhausted running on negative stress-adrenaline ☹️].

There are two - perhaps three or four? - options I can choose from about what can I do with the above-information:

A: Conclude I can never do anything right and allow that to define me as a person and continue spiraling in the unalchemized darkness. “I try and it doesn’t work. I can’t do anything right. 😀👍✨”

B: Conclude that while I have work to do on the way that I do some things, I acknowledge that I am doing my best with what I have and what I know. Each time I am knocked down, I have an opportunity to be still, reflect on my experiences, and learn what works and what doesn’t. “I tried, and while that didn’t work, this did. I can do more of this and see if it works more. 😌💕”

X: Conclude that I am tired, I just wanna have a good time now, and I push this to future me to handle this because [think nihilism]. “Hey, Ego, here’s something for you [quick fix: ‘you’re doing your best, everyone makes mistakes. Just don’t think about it and move on. It’s fun to be silly li’l guy anyway.] 🤭”

Y: Conclude that each and every one of these are options that are valid, fluid, and each have their own unique consequences. I don’t judge choices that people make because I understand and each of us are on our own made-perfectly-for-us journeys (which I think is wonderful and amazing because we are all embarking on our paths on this Earth together! On the same planet and stuffs! And no matter what we might believe, we’re not alone!), and I should allow myself that same, nonjudgmental freedom >×< I conclude that, since I love myself, I do my best to carry out options that I would hope a loved one carries out. I want the best for my loved ones, and so I want the best for myself. And I hope… by sharing this… this helps more precious souls too uwu 👉👈💕

Now, refer to the beginning. What sort of state are You in? What are you going to do (or not do) with it? :] genuinely curious

[Whatever your answer is, I send you so much love, I wish for you the support You specifically need at this time. And we shan’t forget - there is an abundance of blessings within and all around us! I hope hope hope you accept the blessings meant for You. 143 infinity style ❤️‍🩹♾️]