#sevendays.

[rikaklassen]

Reposted from Cohost.

[jlynaaliyah]

sigh. this song, sigh. God is good.

[kfl0p]

dear me, a year from now,

shit. remember your heritage, remember your name, remember why you worked so hard to leave, & remember that just because youve gotten this far, doesnt mean you can stop & relax now. thats what paris is for. :D if youve already won the lottery, please open up a bank account primarily for college, a bank account for the trip to paris, a bank account for theodore, a bank account for the 2Ok from the government every month, & make sure a partial 5k goes into the regular automatic bills account, 5k into the spending account, + 5k for nathanberry, & the rest goes into savings LOL & remember, what is white & is made for the living room, please dont put it in the living room. put it in the bedroom. LOL

if you HAVENT won the lottery, please dont waste your future away by not going off to your classes. visit grandmother once every two weeks. refill only twice a month & if steven is still there, tell him you love him every day, because if the seventeen year old you loves him everyday, then the eighteen year old you will love him everyday.

love, seventeen year old you.

p s of course steven will still be there. why wouldnt he be there ? jesus christ.

[kfl0p]

dear father,

your mash potatoes are sensational. SENSATiONAL. i feel like youre gonna be the one making food for me to bring home when i move out for college. thanks for the five dollars today, (': love, your eldest one.

CON THUONG BA NHAT ! { take that mother. }

[kfl0p]

dear tumblr,

thanks for updating the theme editor, its delicious. thanks for always messing with my tags, thanks. thanks for constantly updating me on my fandom, i love you. but no thankyou for the return of the spotlight.

love, kfl0p.

[kfl0p]

dear mother,

i dont care what you hella fucking do anymore. i just want you to return the hundred fifty that grandmother gave YOU to use on MY driving lessons. i dont care if you used the money to buy me books. BOOKS DO NOT EQUAL DRIVING LESSONS. im so pissed off at you for that. karma is gonna bit you in the ass. i swear to god, mother. i know im being disrespectful on here despite the fact that you wont ever read this, but you are doing more than spending money that isnt yours.

youre ruining my future. youre ruining my path to success. youre ruining yourself too. do you think i want to bike around for the REST OF MY FUCKING LIFE ? i thought you would understand how important it is to have a car. wasnt it you who told me you would miss the bus constantly to go home & when you bought your car, you were so thankful & you told me that you would never let me have to experience that ? WELL YOURE DOING IT. ugh. just sign up for those classes. you know it will benefit you in the end. so fucking do it.

love, who the hell else would put up with you, hate your guts, & puts you down as both a reason to move out & to not move out ? shit.

the eldest one says CON THUONG ME NHAT <3 but give me my money back.

[kfl0p]

dear prince,

your name is too fun to cursive on my ring finger. the nickname suits you. i dont think ive ever found someone with hands that so neatly fit with mine. you keep me up at night, but are the reason i find most important to smile at in the morning. thank you for trying to recreate the grass jelly drink, braving through those tummy aches, & yelling at me to do my ALL homework. (': i think of you everyday, all the time, & it warms me inside more than hot chocolate to know that you are the same for me.

i wanna go ice skating with you, spend the entire time laughing at all the times we fall, { jk, itd only be ME falling on my clumsy ass. } & wrap my scarf around you, even though you claim dont get the least bit of cold. i wanna go to redondo beach with you, ride that spinning ride with you, & win YOU a prize instead of the other way around. i wanna go to winter formal with you, prom with you, college with you, wake up to your alarm ringing & not mine. i wanna experience snow with you in paris, but only for a day, because if it gets that cold, you wont be able to hug me with all those layers of sweaters i put on. i wanna go to venice in the summer with you, & wonder out loud to you while we sit on the gondola ride if people use in the parts of the houses  that are underwater.

youre the candy corn to my halloween, the peppermint to my christmas, the white chocolate to my valentines day, the jelly beans to my easter, the moon cakes to my trung thu. <3 i love you. i L O V E you. STEVEN LE, I LOVE YOU. { heck, i dont think i say it enough. }

love, again, & a infinite more times, again, kate, trinh, yours.

p s why am i writing another letter to you when i write one to you everyday ? @_@

[kfl0p]

instead of my future child,

dear theodore, my future pug, please understand that i promise you will be the greatest & most comforting stress reliever i will ever honestly have for the future. yes, baby, you are a planned pet, but that makes all the difference, because i will be adopting you & i will never ever try to part from you if i dont have to. you will come along with me to paris, i hope that you will pout at me when you realize that the snow underneath your paws during the snowing months in france are not to your liking. i hope you will nuzzle against me in the dead of those nights, because all the snow is now causing you to be cold, shiver, & you have to admit that my blanket is warm. its alright, my future puglet, i will let you lay next to me. you will be my french understanding greatest treasure after that marvelous four month trip.

please love the spaghetti papa nathanberry will spend about fifty minutes each week for you to eat. please love the many many MANY drives i will take with you next to me in the passenger seat to the beach, to the park, to meet my sisters, to meet michelle, my grandparents poodle. i hope you love the sunny spots on the balcony i will have by the time youre around & i hope you will also love the trips in the laundry basket to the laundry room & me playing with you in there. i will take a picture of you every day that i have my camera charged & ready to go & i just hope that you arent as camera shy as most dogs are. please be there when i open the door & call out your name. please dont run away, but if you do, please come back.

writing this to you, even though you are not here yet, makes me miss you. i have to wait until junior year just to be able to hold your adorable little paws in my hand & tie that spiffy white bow tie around your neck & christen you theodore. momma kate will love you, if that is not evident yet, she promises. so wait for me. & i hope you will, in turn, love me too, & remain with me for as long as dog god has permitted us to remain together.

love, your future doggy momma, kate.