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[pandacraftyyo]

No se trata de lo que haces o tienes, se trata de lo que eres. . _Liberando al Esclavo. . . Amate, déjame amarme y déjame amarte. . _Yo . . #photooftheday #photosession #photographer #photoinstagram #amorpropio #amoryletras #amorporloslibros #amorporvos #loveforcolours #loveforlove #loveforletters #buenastardes #goodvibes #instagood #yo (en Ituzaingo Provincia de Buenos Aires) https://www.instagram.com/p/CQ_1hPANxe_/?utm_medium=tumblr

[bytheletterwriter]

Letter 25

Dear Reader,

[8:43 PM]

[18th October 2019]

[ 24°C Fog ]

I’m back! How are you? These days I’ve been feeling so sleepy. I sleep and wake up sleepy. Now I’m better.

I waste a lot of time and so I made a to-do list. You are on that list too. I might write to you more frequently. I hope.

The weather here is unpredictable. Just when the sun comes out it starts raining at the same time but there are no rainbows.

I didn’t see any weird dreams except for I was at an airport and the lights went out and I kept running around the place and enjoyed it because no one could see me acting crazy. There was one weird thing about this dream and that is, by the end of the dream I realized that it was after all a dream! I mean when we have dreams we don’t know it’s a dream and so when I realized it was a dream I began singing in the dark and everyone turned on their phone torches and seemed to enjoy my singing. Did I tell you I sing? Yes, I do. One thing you got to know about me is that I sing, but since I am an introvert I rarely dared to sing in front of the others so the first thing that came to my mind was to sing because even if I do make a mistake I would be embarrassed but only in my dream. It’s called lucid dreaming. I found out from the internet. When you’re dreaming and you know you’re dreaming.

I know it’s an old song but Girl Crush by Little Big Town is a song which makes you think something else of it at first but then you realize it’s actually something else. If you haven’t listened to it then please do.

I had this question to ask you, Which language do you speak and how many languages do you know? English is obviously one of them, because you read my letters.

Reader, I am here and you are probably are at another side of the world I know I can’t do much but I wish that I at least can help you a little, even if it is an inch worth of happiness but wait, happiness can’ be measured but you know what I mean. I just want to be that person to you where you read my letters to know I am here. Talk to me. Please.

The doodle I shared today is as mentioned in the picture ‘The worst I’ve done so far’. Nothing about it stands out but I want to share something with you only in hopes to form a nice bond with you.

Your listener,

The Letter Writer.

[designstrategyroadmap]

The deck of Urdu alphabet. . #urdu #learningletters #language #indiaorigins #loveforletters https://www.instagram.com/p/B3hCALBggiJ/?igshid=89iivthert9d

[bytheletterwriter]

Letter -13

Dear Reader,

[ 1:46 PM ]

[ 15th July 2019 ]

[ 33°C, Partly Cloudy ]

I am spending my days more productively these are the last days I’m at home after 2 weeks I’ll be busy. I am also wasting a lot of time but then mostly I have things under control.

Recently I can’t help but feel powerless and lost. Again! I feel hopeless and yesterday I met someone who spoke to me really well, it felt refreshing and somehow weird. 

I saw yet another weird dream. These days I’m seeing dreams that are located in my school, the people are from different scenarios of my life but somehow the rooms belong to my school and in this particular dream I was in a classroom that was crowded and noisy and I was there but it was like I was not there, people were busy in their own world. The bell rang and I walked out and there was a boy standing outside my class [He is a famous rapper and dancer in real life] and it was weird dreaming about him. Orange hair, long sleeves white shirt but the shirt sleeves were a little rolled up to his forearms. He took my hand and we kept walking. So many weird things first off, I don’t hold hands. The last time I held someones hand was maybe years ago [I don’t do hugs either but in the dream it was all about holding hands] and this guy here is holding my hand and I was very comfortable [unlike me in reality].We just kept walking. His hands were small and he, overall had a small body frame. He was not taller than me but not shorter than me either. He was delicate and kept looking down at his feet as he walked but I could tell he had a serious expression. As I said previously that it was really noisy and as we walked sometimes people would walk hurriedly in between us and our hands would detach but somehow he would quietly find his way right next me and hold hands again, and lace our fingers together. His grip was somewhat tight, Like he wanted to subtly remind me that we are in physical contact but we barely talked. Now, in reality If anyone knows me well they know that I’m scared of boys. I never speak to boys. People laugh at me when I tell them this, but I’m scared of boys. Boys notice every single aspect and somehow it makes me very uncomfortable. I never held hands with a guy and hate speaking to them face-to-face. I’m not some boy-hater, I’m just very self-conscious and nervous around them so I avoid them all together. The most I’ve ever spoken to a boy is over text and sometimes when I just could not escape a conversation, But in my dream I was totally okay with the orange-haired, white-shirt boy intertwining hands. The feeling was soothing and in my mind every time we got separated I always waited for him to slowly come back and hold hands with me again. I think I liked it, I think I liked him. In real life he is a famous person but after I woke up all I could think of was him.

It’s again sunny here but there are floods in some parts of my country. I am fine. I hope you’re fine too. Did you ever see someone famous in your dreams too? Sitting closely next to you or holding hands? I am really good at doodling, I get inspiration from some posts on Pintrest. 

Yours and yours only,

The Weird Dreamer.

[ 2:45 PM ]

[mikiart13]

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[mikiart13]

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[mikiart13]

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[mikiart13]

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