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~A penpal letter~

my love language is just relentlessly annoying somebody and giving them lil' trinkets i think are pretty.

euripides, orestes (tr. anne carson)

Lago di Como. Italy

you are allowed to ask for what you need, it’s okay to express that you need something 

being vulnerable is terrifying, exposing the parts of yourself you keep hidden takes endless bravery, if you’re met with distain and disregard, it doesn’t mean its not worth it to try again, you are worth knowing

no matter how terrible you feel, you are not a bad person. don’t doubt your goodness, you don’t see what everyone else does

take a deep breath and remember: you are loved and precious and unique, no one is capable of thinking the way you do or seeing the world through your eyes. you are unlike anyone else.

don’t forget, my friend. we’re in this together and I will see you to the finish line. I will see your joys and despairs, I will guide you when the fog rolls in. we will make it out of this in one piece.

you are beloved, the essence of stardust, no matter how muddy your shoes or heavy your heart

your smile makes flowers grow in my chest.

i hope i make you as happy as you make me

no matter how bad the fight, say ‘i love you’ before you leave

dont apologize for speaking or taking up space. dont apologize for disagreeing with someone. dont apologize for having a question or needing help. dont apologize for making it known that you exist.

There is magic all around you and in your heart. Flowers growing through cracks in the pavement, the golden light that glitters when the sun rises, the feeling of telling the person you love how much you care - all of that is magic. 

I want to be there for you every time you feel unwell baby, hold you tight in my arms and take care of you until you feel better

Your smile lights up my world more than the stars light up the night sky.

I feel like flowers should be growing everywhere you step.

I think about kissing you a little too often. 

 i’ll love you more than yesterday but less than tomorrow.

You could sit me down and tell me all of your flaws, all of the reason you hate yourself and I would still think you are the most perfect person I’ve ever met

Do you ever wonder about how an author would describe you in a novel? Not only your appearance but the way you talk and laugh and hold yourself and all the expressions on your face?

do I exist in your mouth? and in your hands when you rest your head in them?

A frog that speaks French but only if its alone

nothing is harder than recovery, but you can make it through