#dear person

[la-cocotte-de-paris]

[laissezferre]

lowkey wish my name ended in an S so i can end my emails like my faves

fras. crozier jas. c. ross jas. fitzjames

[madamemarmot]

"As I said, either friends or the country, some" --she hesitated-- "either some very dear person or some very dear place seems necessary to relieve life's daily grey, and to show that it is grey. If possible, one should have both."

Howards End by E.M. Forster 

[valisi-clark]

Im going to do it theres no stopping me: Dear Erwin 💕

This got long.

Dear Erwin, 

I’m very grateful for the affect that you’ve had on my life. I understand that you have no flesh, but you do have life. And that’s all that really matters. Your creator has not given you what I wanted for you, but I know it’s for a good reason. He wanted to explain the mysteries himself, and he could not do that with you around. Your burden has always been knowing too much for your own good. I know that you had to go, but I’m still spending time with you. Your voice is very clear in my mind. 

I have to admit, at first, I was fucking terrified of you. You’re too intelligent. Your eyes are too clear. Your face is too symmetrical. You’re capable of understanding things in a way that is so far beyond me. You can make connections that others simply can’t see. For someone like me, who is so private, who is so accustomed to being the only person in the room analyzing every word that comes out of a person’s mouth and every facial micro-expression to find the truth, you are truly intimidating. 

I’ve never abided by the established social contracts of interacting with other people. I don’t want to hear the words coming out of another person’s mouth; I want to search for sincerity in their eyes and look for falsified information in their body language. And you do the same. You’re such a better poker player than me. You’re going to see right through every single thing that I do. You’ll see everything that I’ve spent so long trying to hide from others. I’m hiding those things for a reason. 

I know that you’re kind. Honestly, you’re a gentle person. I know you wouldn’t purposely injure me with the information that you can gain just from watching the way that I walk, the way that my smile never really reaches my eyes, or the way that my eyes glaze over while my brain takes another adventure that I haven’t consented to. In fact, you might appreciate that my brain is so active so often and find it entertaining to watch me. But knowing that you’re capable of determining what’s beyond the mask is uncomfortable. 

Thankfully, my daydreaming is maladaptive enough that I’ve been able to discuss this strange aversion with you at length. I understand that I actually just want your approval. And it feels stupid. But you’ve assured me that it’s normal for someone with my background and mental wiring. I believe you.

I admire your strength and your intelligence. Despite your crippling guilt and depression, you’re able to get out of your bed every day and attempt to reach a goal that you’re never sure will be attainable. 

For your entire life, you have been Sisyphus. I was so grateful that Levi was there to tell you to stop trying to reach the top of the hill. And I was so numb when I saw your boulder finally crush you. But so relieved that you are finally resting. Your mind was gone, but you should know that you didn’t die alone. Your right hand was with you. 

I would have joined your Corps. I would have ridden into the final battle with you. You deserve to lead. You are the Commander. You will never die. This is a true salute.

[lostgirllesbian]

"Dear person I had a crush on"

Dear person I had a crush on,                You’ve had a lot of names over the years. You seem to be every girl who shows me the slightest bit of attention, or seems to like me. The last real crush I had was on a girl I thought was perfect for me. She was everything I wanted and just happened to be gorgeous as the cherry on top of the sundae. I spent so much time thinking about her, wanting to be with her, hoping that she might feel the same way. She was dating another girl and I let myself have a crush on her anyway. A crush that led to meeting, that led to a long weekend at my apartment, that led to the first time I’d ever had sex. Truth be told it was horrible…well at least for me. I gave her everything and she still wouldn’t give me a choice between me or her girlfriend. I stayed too long, I got hurt, and when I walked away once I went back to her again because I couldn’t stop the stupid crush I had.        In the end that’s all it was, a crush. I thought I was in love with her, but how could I ever be in love with someone who would treat not only me like that but another girl. I want to be in love with someone who doesn’t hesitate in choosing me, I want to be someone’s first choice. I’ve never known what that feels like. I haven’t really had a crush since her, a few superficial ones, like one on my very attractive teacher at school, and a few in passing but crushes aren’t what I want anymore.I want real love, ridiculous, hyperbolic, cliche kind of love.             The only problem is I’m starting to give up hope. 

[violets-momma]

Dear person i am jealous of

Dear person(people) I’m jealous of, its not your fault at all. I’m an green beast full of envy. I wish i could change it.

[valisi-clark]

Dear best friend

Dear Best Friend, 

The first time that I saw you, I knew your heart even though I didn’t know your name. And later you told me that you felt the same. You went home and told your wife that you wanted to talk to me but didn’t know how. I’m so glad we spoke to each other. 

You’re a stunning beauty. You’re so intelligent. You’re gentle. You’re fucking hilarious.

I’m so glad that I found you. You gave me so much perspective. You did so many things for me in such a short amount of time. 

You gave me courage. I never would have moved so far away if you had not encouraged it. You believed in my instincts even when I questioned them. You knew that it would be better for me to move away with him. And I know that it hurt us both when I left. I’ve never had a friendship before where I actually had to go back to the person and get closure. It hurt to leave you. It hurt to know that we could barely have a phone conversation because nothing compared to being physically present with each other. I miss the way it feels to be in the same room with you. I miss stepping into your home and feeling that warmth. You were the first person that I ever truly “felt”. Before you, I was only existing around other people. If you walked into a room, I could feel you there. 

I love you. I’m proud of you. You’ve overcome so much in your life. I hope you still write in the journal that I gave you. I know that you’re happy. 

There will never be another like you. 

(Thank you for the ask, Zed. This one was pretty emotional for me.) 

[valisi-clark]

Dear ex-boyfriend/girlfriend:

Dear ex-boyfriend, 

We were terrible people when we were teenagers. I’m sorry for the things that I did to hurt you, and I want to be a better person. But you are incapable of admitting that you could hurt anyone. That stalker shit you pulled fucking scared me. 

Eat a dick, narcissistic mother fucker.