#dear blank

[leighsartworks216]

Trying to write a fake letter in a fic when you literally don't even know how to write a birthday card

[camsthisky]

hi there! for the "dear --", a letter to your future self?

Dear future self,

Has our mental health gotten any better? I hope so, because therapy is expensive and hard, and it’d be nice to know if I come out alright on the other side. Life’s been super tough, but I like thinking that I make it that far. It gives me hope, and that’s something that I desperately need right now.

Also, did I end up a musician, a writer, or both? I know I’m taking steps now to become both, but I sincerely hope that I end up with both, since I love them both so much.

[uswnt-24-7]

Dear professor who keeps giving shit assignments,

Please assign something that you’ve actually taught; google doesn’t even know the answers to your questions.

Sincerely, Student who has learned nothing from your class

[scarletpan-moved]

Dear *anyone*,

Dear _____ MemeAccepting

                                                Dear anyone

Dear followers, 

          You are so much more important, more loved than you know. No matter what your head, your problems, your life tells you. You are the stardust in an endless galaxy. You are the shadowed part of the moon - the beauty of you has yet to be revealed to those who surround you, but when it does oh boy. You are an endless number of stars and cosmos, beautiful and mesmerizing and oh so mysterious. 

         Don’t let people get you down. Don’t let the silly idiots who preach nonsense, claiming that you’re not enough, that you’ll never be enough, take the sparkle out of your night sky. You’re amazing, with or without their approval. Keep that in mind, okay lovely? 

[quinintheclouds]

Dear person I’m jealous of

Dear person I’m jealous of,

You probably have no idea. I’m sure you’re jealous of other people, and I’m sure some people are jealous of me (for some reason). But the thing is, no one really knows when someone’s jealous of them. Not many people think of themselves as someone to be envied or admired. And I don’t have your life, so I won’t say I wish I did, because of course I don’t know what you go through. What I will say is this: even if you find it hard to believe, people think you’re amazing. You are amazing. I don’t have anyone in particular in mind while writing this, so this could really apply to anyone, I guess. I don’t know. Jealousy is a strange thing. I don’t think there’s any one person I’m super jealous of, because I know everyone’s got good and bad in their life. But I’m jealous of pieces. I’m jealous of people who come from loving families and good homes. People who have and make friends easily. Neurotypicals. People with cute freckles. Kids who can trust their parents or go to them for help. People with good (or even decent) skin. People who can make themselves do things instead of being a puddle of executive dysfunction. People who understand their own identity and don’t have to constantly question it. People who are out and proud, with accepting parents and a support system. People who can open up and trust others without fear of being hurt, and people who can build up walls to block out the people who do hurt them. This turned into more of a list than a letter, but I hadn’t really thought about this recipient, so here I am, rambling. Anyway. What I’m really jealous of is people whose lives are their own, and not slaves to mental illness, abuse, trauma, and disability. So if that’s you, do me a favor and reach out to someone who isn’t as fortunate.

          Sincerely,

                     Jealous.

[the-moon-and-stars-my-love]

Dear mom,

Dear mom,

Sometimes I wish I could tell you more things about myself, about things I’ve been learning about me, understanding about who I am. But it wouldn’t be good. I love you, I do, but I need you to remember that I need my privacy, that I’m not always going to be what you want. You’ve slowly started accepting certain things, but you won’t ever accept what I need you to accept about me. So if I don’t tell you everything, don’t be mad. You’re so great, you are, but sometimes we just don’t click and that’s okay. I just ask that you trust that I know what I’m doing. I’m growing as a person.

I love you, Carolina

[dear-blank-confessions]

Dear Coworker:

You are almost 50 years old. I am only 21. I only recently graduated college. I’m still young, I’m still figuring out how to be an adult. Why do you feel the need to try and tear me down? What did I do to you to make you hate me so much? Why do you feel the need to attack my physical appearance and my insecurities?

You are a grown woman working a part time job. You need to realize that tearing people down will get you nowhere in life. Fuck you.

[thearmada4231]

Dear future self....

Dear future self:

How far into the future we talkin here? Next year? Ten years? Let’s say 6 years from now, you get to read this. First of all, I hope you’re happy. Genuinely, truly, happy. I know sometimes, that genuine joy can be hard to find but here’s hoping you have rooted yourself in it. I hope you finally stopped procrastinating. I mean, probably not, but it can’t hurt to be optimistic, even if foolishly so. I hope you’re reading your Bible every day. I hope you are even more deeply resting in the promises of God’s unending grace and abounding love. With the whirlwind of life coming at me, I find it difficult to make Him my biggest priority. Please stop making that mistake. I have some questions while we’re at this I guess.

Are you in love? At this point in my life, the last thing I’m looking for is a relationship. Have you gotten over your fear commitment? Are you waking up, thinking about someone and falling asleep with your face in your pillow, bright red and smiling because you can’t imagine life without them? I can’t even begin to imagine that. Is it Taehyung Kim? Goodness I hope it’s taehyung kim xD

Where are you? Six years from now means that you are 27 years old. Where are you living? If things went as planned, maybe you’re in Korea finally? Are you still writing music? Please don’t stop that. It’s what makes you happy. Don’t stop pursuing music. Even we’ll into your thirties, dONT STOP!

I hope you’re waking up every day and you’re looking at your life and I hope you’re excited to be living it. I hope you’ve traveled. I hope you find joy in the new days.

Love, 21 year old Julia