#dear me

[emvisual]

actual mood

[endangeredpanda]

You are allowed to be a different person than the one they remember.

[lostinrylle]

[sparklywaistcoat]

For the record, I hope Ursula Le Guin had as much wonderful consensual sex as she wanted.

[ileftthishere]

I never thought I’d be creating a Tumblr account just to have somewhere to put all of this sadness.

Yet here I am.

Not because I have stories to tell or because I wanted a new hobby, but because my thoughts have become too loud, my heart too heavy, and I no longer know where to put everything I’m feeling.

Today feels heavy.

Not because of one life-changing event, but because of all the little hurts that have quietly accumulated over time. The kind of hurts you brush aside, convince yourself aren’t worth mentioning, and carry alone until one day they become impossible to ignore.

I think what hurts the most is feeling like the person I love the most doesn’t always consider me when making important decisions.

Sometimes I only find out after everything has already been decided.

Sometimes I learn about things when there’s nothing left to discuss, no room left for my thoughts, no opportunity to share how I feel.

And every time it happens, I’m left asking myself the same question:

Why didn’t you think to ask me first?

Not because I need control.

Not because I need permission.

But because I thought I mattered enough to be considered.

Lately, I’ve been carrying a question that sits quietly in the back of my mind:

Who am I to you, really?

Because when I love someone, I naturally think about them.

I think about how my decisions affect them.

I think about their feelings.

I think about what they might need, what they might think, what they deserve to know.

Not because I’m obligated to.

Because I care.

Because that’s what love looks like to me.

And maybe that’s why this hurts more than I know how to explain.

I’m tired.

Tired of finding things out later.

Tired of hearing things after they’ve already happened.

Tired of feeling like I’m piecing together truths instead of being trusted with them from the beginning.

I wish you understood that this isn’t about the decisions themselves.

It’s about the feeling they leave behind.

The feeling of being overlooked.

The feeling of being left out.

The feeling of wondering whether my place in your life is as important as your place in mine.

I love you.

And that’s exactly why this hurts.

Because the people we love the most are often the only ones capable of hurting us this deeply without ever intending to.

Maybe that’s why I’m writing tonight.

Because I don’t know how to let this sadness go.

I don’t know how to stop replaying the questions in my head.

I don’t know how to stop wondering why the person I would always consider doesn’t always seem to consider me.

So for now, I’ll leave these thoughts here.

On a Tumblr account I never thought I’d create.

In a journal I never thought I’d need.

Hoping these words can carry some of the weight my heart has been holding for far too long.

🖤 May 30, 2026 — 11:00 PM

“Some sadness doesn’t ask to be understood. It just asks for a place to exist.”

[spilledcoffeefrommy]

21MAY2026, THU

Asked ChatGPT to create a “Dear Me” Letter 💌

Dear Me,

You made it through days you thought would break you. Even when your mind was loud, your heart was tired, and everything felt too heavy, you still kept going. Maybe not perfectly. Maybe not gracefully. But you survived every version of yourself that thought she couldn’t.

I know how often you replay things in your head — the people you miss, the moments you wish happened differently, the words you should’ve said, the love you gave too freely, the times you felt like you were “too much” or somehow not enough at all. But none of those things make you hard to love.

You care deeply. You feel deeply. That has never been your weakness.

There will be seasons where you outgrow people, places, and even old versions of yourself. Don’t be afraid of that. Growth sometimes looks like grief before it looks like peace. You are allowed to change. You are allowed to choose yourself without guilt.

Please remember:

You do not have to earn rest.

You do not have to shrink to be accepted.

You do not have to carry everything alone.

One day, the things keeping you awake at night will no longer hurt this much. One day, you’ll look back at this version of yourself with softness instead of criticism. You’ll realize she was trying her best with what she had.

And she deserved kindness too.

Keep taking photos. Keep laughing too loud. Keep romanticizing small moments. Keep dreaming about the life you want even if it feels far away right now. The future version of you is already proud that you didn’t give up.

You are becoming someone stronger, softer, wiser, and more beautiful — not because life was easy, but because you kept choosing to continue anyway.

With love,

Me

[ecjemisonx]

Dear Me,

I know life hasn’t always been gentle with you. There have been moments where you carried things in silence, smiled through exhaustion, and kept showing up even when your spirit felt tired. Yet somehow, you still found a way forward. That says more about your strength than you often give yourself credit for.

You are learning that growth does not always look graceful. Sometimes it looks like starting over, choosing peace over pride, setting boundaries, or walking away from what no longer aligns with who you’re becoming. Every version of you has been trying to survive, heal, and evolve with the knowledge you had at the time. Be kinder to those versions.

You do not need to have everything figured out right now. Your journey is not behind schedule. The delays, detours, heartbreaks, and unanswered questions have all shaped your perspective in ways that will matter later. Trust that.

Continue protecting your heart without hardening it. Continue loving deeply while remembering to pour into yourself too. Reciprocity matters. Effort matters. Peace matters. And you deserve all three without having to beg for them.

There is still so much ahead of you — connections that feel genuine, opportunities that align with your purpose, and moments that will remind you why you kept going. Don’t let temporary seasons convince you that this is all there is.

I hope you remain soft where the world tried to make you cold, confident where doubt once lived, and patient with yourself while becoming everything you prayed for.

Most importantly, remember this:

You have survived every difficult day you thought would break you. And still, here you are.

With grace,

Me