#dear jess

[keepyourtwocents]

Ok but THIS scene...

Jess is the reason she started writing and nothing can convince me otherwise

[thecreaminhiscoffee]

jess: what do you mean she’s pregnant? me: i don’t know jess.  i forgot that was this season.  i don’t know. jess: where am i? me: well, jess, technically you aren’t canon, so-- jess: but where am i? me: you’re in paris, jess. jess: WHY DID I GO TO PARIS?! me: . . . .

jess: come stay with me, my phone’s not tapped. me: jess, you’re in paris. jess: come to paris! it’s a lot nicer.  there are no fbi stalkers. me: jess, she doesn’t know you’re there. jess: she could call! me: jess.  you didn’t leave a contact number. jess: why.  did i go.  to paris. me: jess, i don’t know.  no one thought that was a good idea. jess: that was incredibly selfish of me. me: YOU THINK.

jess: what if i...don’t go to paris. me: ...explain. jess: my going to paris doesn’t help anyone. me: okay. jess: and my staying might be beneficial. me: okay. jess: so i should just stay. me: jess, if you didn’t know any of this, would you still stay? jess: no. me: then, no, you still have to go to paris. jess: but you said it was a bad idea! me: it is.  you made a mistake. jess: so why can’t i fix it? me: jess, that’s not realistic.  you still have to go to paris.  you are allowed mistakes. jess: but i changed my mind. me: too bad.

[remember-wild-blog]

Dear Jess,

I’m glad you love the desert.

I do too.

Maybe one day we can climb a mountain together and

you can teach me how to fight.

How to be strong when the person in front of you is Stronger.

I’m sorry you hurt.

I do too.

But there are still soft towels and soft hands and

dried flowers,

From her.

Does stone really melt like ice?

I don’t understand how the earth can harden and

then be soft again.

How scared will I be?

Will everything go sunset and sage-scented again?

It’s sunny here today.

I feel free on the outside and

ache on the inside.

There’s comfort in knowing you understand

what that’s like.

Thank you.

I hope this finds you well.

Love,

[thursday-writes-fanfics]

hey don't sweat it. no one here blames you and you don't need to apologize ♥️ -jess

Thank you, darling. <3 You always cheer me up! <3

[killapunk]

dear jess,

my dad blew up at me over me having a paralyzing anxiety attack upon waking. also put more boy clothes in the qr code tag please thank you

love,

anony

[killapunk]

dear jess,

the countryside has cooped me up too much. i’m sorry for all these letters

[killapunk]

dear jess,

why do i feel so guilty when i’m having fun? why do i tell myself something and then go back on it almost instantly? why are there so many flies in this house

love, 

anony

[killapunk]

dear jess,

why do i get my ass kicked when i express any negative opinion or feeling- and why does someone who does the same at a much larger scale get theirs kissed? why am i the bad girl even after spending hours talking someone out of their stress and self doubt? my pal says it’s because i’m mature and my bar is raised high, whereas theirs is incredibly low. in summary, i need guidance.

love,

anony