#s.l.task

[natalie-andrewss]

*flipping through a baby name book* Wow there are so many great names for babies. 

[damianjacewaywright]

Dear Michael

tw: Child abuse

I hate you, you waste of space piece of shit that I unfortunately have the dishonor of calling my father. You tore part my families lives for year and for what? To feel like a man because you beat your wife and children? Did you feel strong and powerful beating a 10 year old boy so hard that he couldn’t even get out of bed? Does it make you proud to know that I still have the scars from when you cut me with your beer bottles or when you used me as your personal ashtray? Do you complain to your work buddies about how you miss your kids but hate your bitch wife who left you for no reason one day? That you did everything for our family? That we should be grateful for all that you have ever done for us? You make me sick.

 My only regret is that I didn’t kill you for what you did to my family. You hit my mother, who still jumps at the sound of doors slamming shut. Riley didn’t speak for a year and went through another of therapy before she finally started to feel safe enough to hug people. I shut myself off after juvie. I went through the motions of life but didn’t really participate. I blamed myself for not being strong enough to protect my mom and sister and I was angry for not stopping this sooner.

Now that you are gone and away from our family, things are finally starting to looking up for us. We are happier, mom is seeing a great guy named Steve who actually makes her smile and treats her like a person and not an object. Riley is at the top of her class and is the president of the Debate Team. I’m now a tattoo artist, in love with a beautiful girl for some reason had decided to love me back. 

What I’m trying to say Michael is that we don’t need you. We’re better off with you. We always have and we always will be. 

~ Damian

[opheliaxdaye]

OPHELIA DAYE ;; PLAYLIST 1/?

Come With Me - Echosmith

Come with me and I’ll take you away if you’ll let me STAY with me and I’ll cover your soul with my body Give me your heart and I’ll give you my love It’s a work of art when you shine like the sun So give your h e a r t to me

Do You Believe In Magic - Aly & AJ

Do you believe in MAGIC in a young girl's heart How the music can free her, whenever it starts And it's magic, if the music is groovy It makes you feel happy like an old-time movie I'll tell you about the magic, and it'll f r e e your soul But it's like trying to tell a stranger 'bout rock and roll

Sweet Sixteen - Hilary Duff

Cuz I've got friends who love me Blue skies are above me My blonde hair is everywhere S w e e t sixteen Gonna spread my WINGS S w e e t sixteen It's my chance to shine

Gif Of  A Friend - Demi Lovato

Sometimes you think you'll be fine by yourself 'Cause a dream is a wish that you make all alone It's easy to feel like you don't need help But it's harder to walk on your OWN You'll change inside When you realize The WORLD comes to life And everything's b r i g h t From beginning to end When you have a FRIEND By your side

What I Like About You - Lillix

What I like about you, you really know how to dance When you go up, down, jump around, think about true romance, yea

Why Not - Hilary Duff

Why not Take a crazy chance Why not Do a crazy dance If you lose a MOMENT You might lose a lot So... why not

Your Crowning Glory - Julie Andrews, Raven Symone

Each one's a jewel With a singular SHINE A work of art With it's own r a r e design Dear little girl, You are terribly blessed But it's your HEART of gold I love the best

[pat-parker]

Dear Paul

My dearest brother, 

I feel like it’s been years since we’ve sat down and had a proper talk. I think it was probably before I moved out. Since then I’ve felt disconnected from everyone, and particularly from you and Peyton. I’ve been trying my best with him. But I still don’t approve of how he chooses to love and live his life, but I still love him. I hope he knows that. He will always be my brother we cannot deny that as he’s obviously adopted my mind and my intelligence. 

And I hope you don’t think that I hate you. I know I haven’t always been approving of your athletics. I don’t quite understand it, and you and I absolutely do not understand one another. But I want you to keep reaching for your dreams, even if I think gymnastics is feminine and a joke of a sport for men. 

I hope that one day we can sit down and properly talk to each other. I promise to be sober, I know it’s become somewhat of an issue. 

[jupitergabrielomalley-blog]

Letter to No One

Hey, Gramps

It’s getting colder here in Michigan. I thought after all our mountain adventures back home I’d be used to any kind of weather, but I guess not. I’ll add that to the list of things I thought I knew. It’s getting pretty long. 

I’m starting to finally feel like I’m getting settled in here, meeting new people and everything. For a while, I didn’t know how long I was going to stay here, so I just focused on work and saving up some money in case I needed to leave. But I think I’m going to stay for a while, after all. My apartment’s nothing special, but it stays warm overnight and I don’t have to deal with any roommates, so I’ll take that as something.

I miss you. And mom.

I know you wouldn’t like it, but I can’t stop myself from going over what happened in my head every day. You’d probably say something like, “It was my time, there’s nothing you could have done.” But I just keep thinking what would have happened if I had done things differently. If I had fought you to go to the hospital that morning, if I had been closer to you when you collapsed. I don’t know. It’s just the ‘what ifs’ that get me.

I know you’d feel better knowing I don’t do the same with mom. What happened with mom stays in a little locked box in the back of my psyche. That’s for another day.

Some days I wonder if I can ever go back to Colorado. Not even home, just cross state lines. I miss the crisp air, the nature sights wherever you turned. But the more I consider it, the more I know it’s hopeless to even dream. Nothing’s there for me anymore; no one’s there for me anymore.

No one’s anywhere for me anymore.

I hope you’re okay, wherever you are. I just wanted you to know I’m okay.

I miss you,

Joop

[ellebranwell]

Dear Alexander

It’s been 5 years since you died, that’s 59 months, 1901 days, 4562 hours,  273720 minutes and 16423200 seconds without you. With your death a part of me died, you take a piece of my heart, you have no idea how much I miss you, how I miss our talks, our laughs, and now all that I have left are memories. I have to admit that I was angry a long time with you, because you left me, because, wherever you are I’m sure you are happy now, and you are happy without me, and that’s what hurts me more, that I’m not there to make you happy like you used to made me feel. I’m not angry anymore because I think that I finally understood that you completed your mission here on earth, and that mission was give us all the love you could to those that surrounded you. 

A couple of weeks ago I saw Jeremy and your parents, they’re doing okay, your dad is retiring so he can spend more time with your mom, they are planning to make a trip to Europe, like you wanted, they invited me, but I’m not sure if I should go, you know, because all that story with Jeremy and because the next thing I’m about to tell you.

I have a boyfriend now, his name is Damian I’m sure you would’ve like him you could’ve even become friends with him, he gets me, like you used to do, he is amazing and the best part it’s that he is not trying to fix me, he loves me for who I am and I’m madly in love with him. A while ago I talked with him about you, he was so nice and comprehensive, that made me fall even more, I really think he is the one. I know what you might say right now, that I can’t say that But you know what?  I actually can, because after your death, I was dying, literally, depression and anxiety took over me, there were days when I couldn’t get out of bed, most of the nights I couldn’t sleep and when I managed to do it this horrible nightmares haunted me and wake up screaming. And then he appeared and things began to get better. And to be honest I don’t love him because of that I love him because of who he is. I think that even if you hadn’t died and I met him I would’ve fall for him anyways. 

I have a little secret that no one but your mom knows about it, I keep some of your shirts, jackets and one of your hats in the back of my closet, those things still have your smell and sometimes when the pain is unbearable I take them out and hold on to them and it’s almost like you were next to me. As I say previously I miss you, we all do. 

[samuel-parrish]

Dear Salem

tw: child abuse

I know you’re sick of hearing this but I’m really sorry for everything that I’ve done and everything that I put you through. I’m toxic and destructive and everything I touch.I ruined our relationship because I was far to concerned with how we looked on the outside rather what was really going on with you. I didn’t want to believe the man who took us in when we had nothing could do something has awful, disgusting and low to you. I stupidly made the mistake of listening to our brother instead of trusting you and what you were saying. Then I bullied you out of the house, leaving you alone. 

After you left, things at home became weird. Dad became angrier and started drinking more and more each night. Atticus was quiet and distant for a few days before he returned to his normal self and everything seemed fine. Then dad started to talk to me more than usual. He would come into my room at night after baseball practice and ask me about how it was and offer to ice my shoulder. Then he started to find excuses to touch me. He would hug me more, pat me on the shoulder, or pat my back. At first it made me uncomfortable at first but then I let it go because I figured that he was just being nice. That was until one night that Atticus was out and he became particularly drunk and he came into my room and locked the door and slipped into my bed...

I’m so sorry for not believing you Salem. I should have listened to you when you told me what was going on then maybe we cold have gotten him taken away from us. I couldn’t stay in that house any longer so I got him really drunk one night and I slipped out when he passed out. I had to find you and tell you that I was sorry and that I regret everything that happened. Funnily enough, I found you on Facebook. Someone tagged me in a picture that I don’t remember even taking so I had to assume that it was you. 

I came to apologize and for a while it was going well until Hurricane Samuel traveled through and ruined whatever progress we had made. I never intended to fall for Everly. Yes you read that right, I said that I was falling for Everly and I am. When I first saw her, she was so beautiful and full of life and she made me forget about all of the shitty things I've done and what I’ve been through each time she would smile at me. I was hooked. No, I am hooked, tight in a vice grip. I know you think that all I so is play girls and leave them but with Everly everything is different, I want to see her smile. I want to be the one who put a smile on her face and no girl has ever made me feel like that before. I think that I’m falling hard for her. I know you’re going to hate me for what I just said and I know that this is going to ruin all the progress that we have made but I need you to know that I'm not using Everly, I actually like her and I’m not apologizing for it.

What I will apologize for is what I did to you Salem. I know you probably will never trust me or what happened or what I put you through and I completely understand but I only ask that you can forgive me or what happened and for the mistake I made. 

If after reading this letter you find that you can’t ever forgive me, I promise that I will never bother you again. 

~Samuel

[peyton-parker]

Dear Greyson ♥

This will probably never see the light of day, and maybe that’s for the best. Because I don’t know how you would react, and if that reaction wasn’t good, I don’t know what I would do with myself. 

I think about this sometimes, how when we met in the third grade you said I was pretty and I didn’t know how to react to that because I always thought that only girls could be pretty. Then I started thinking that you were pretty and things started spiraling form there. 

You’re always here for me, and I don’t think we’ve gone a day without seeing each other since that day in third grade. You’re always at my house and it makes me happy because I know that you’re safe and no one can hurt you. Whenever you sleep over I do this really stupid thing in the morning when we’re cuddling; I pretend to be asleep for as long as possible because I know that the longer you’re with me the longer it’ll take for you to go home. 

I love you so much. And I know we say that to each other every day, but I really mean it. I love you and I think I’ll love you forever. No matter who else I’m with, I know it won’t be fair to them, but you’ll always be the person I want to be with. And no one knows this, I haven’t old my parents, Paul, and obviously I haven’t told Pat. But most importantly I haven’t told you because I’m scared and I feel like I’ll just die if you didn’t feel the same way. 

I love you so so so much.

pey x