Dear September,

I can’t believe how quickly you arrived. August just hurriedly rushed through before I can wholly go along the ride. Slow down for me, September. Be kinder to me than the months before you. I want your promise of a cooler touch. August’s warmth was too hot for my liking. June’s and July’s were unpredictable. I am back to the normal swing of things. But I’m afraid normalcy will stagnate me. So keep things fresh. To be honest, I’ve never been fond of you, September. Maybe because you bring me back to a place where my mind gets exhausted and my body gets weary. I would pour over books, but not because I want to get lost in their worlds and realities; rather, it’s because I need to in order to show my potential and to meet you again here, in the same place, next year. But not this year. I hope more from you, September. I hope to stop exhaustion from submerging me. I hope to have note-worthy experiences with new people. I hope to find what was lost. I hope to remember what was forgotten. Do be kind and gentle, September.

Here's to you.

Here’s to all the roleplayers who have been forgotten. Here’s to those that have taken that step, created a character with feelings and a personality and thoughts entirely their own but lost the desire or the need or the ability to continue playing. Here’s to those that tried their hardest to fit in, to make friends, to push through the walls of friend groups already formed and fashioned. Here’s to those with characters that fell in and out of love only to be forgotten and passed over for the next best thing. Here’s to those who have started a character but quickly chose to end it all for fear that they wouldn’t fit in or make friends or find someone to hold on to because on their own they just weren’t able to keep up.

Here’s to those who have passed, who have moved on from one character to another simply because the urge hit them and the needed a change of scenery, where no on knew them and no one cared. Here’s to those who had the courage to try again and push forward no matter how bad they felt about themselves. 

Here’s to you. You are loved, you are special, and you are remembered…even if it isn’t vocalized, someone is still searching for you.

Don’t ever give up.

Dear Bob,

I don’t know how to start.

Last Saturday my man Steve Berkowitz broke it to me that you were told of something I’d said from the stage and that you’d felt insulted.

I need for you to listen to me.

I have no way of knowing how my words were translated to you, if their whole meaning and context were intact, but the truth is, is that I was off on a tangent, on a stage, my mind going were it goes, trying to be funny, it wasn’t funny at all, and I fucked up. I really fucked up.

And the worst of it isn’t that your boys were at the gig to hear it — it doesn’t really bother me. It just kills me to know that whatever they told you is what you think I think of you. Not that I love you. Not that I’ve always listened to you, and carry the music with me everywhere I go. Not that I believe in you. And also that your show was great.

It was only the Supper Club crowd that I was cynical about, and that’s what I was trying to get at when I said what I said, and I’m sorry that I’ll never get to make another first impression.

You were really gracious to me, to even allow me backstage to meet you. I’ll never forget you, what you told me, as long as you live. You said “Make a good record man.” And I’m very honored to have met you at all. I’m only sad that I didn’t get a chance to tell you before all this intrigue. The intrigue is not the truth. Lots of eyes will read this letter before it gets to you Bob, which I accept. Some day you’ll know exactly what I mean, man to man.

Always be well,

Jeff Buckley

An envelope marked “Graham.” No return address. Familiar coppery smell. Still wet.


Someone is on their way to pick it up for analysis. Jumping the gun. They are desperately hoping it’s from…

But it isn’t. This is nothing like him.

It’s sloppy, crazed. No elegance.

I’ve never been demanded to do anything…he doesn’t demand. He influences. Coerces. Makes you see.

The agents rushing here are going to be severely disappointed.

Review: Rossi Classica Italiana paper I

Rossi is an Italian stationery maker and I am always in love with the beautiful designs in their Classica line. Their stuff is a little expensive though so I never took the plunge, but today I found some of their letter writing set on sale for 50% off and had to get two sets!


The paper is sooo fine and creamy, not too thin nor too thick, and best of all, on the papers are these gorgeously printed designs with beautiful gold embellishment.


The designs are very beautifully printed and delicate. I don’t know if it’s just mine, but each box set comes with only 6 sheets of paper and 6 envelopes. Huh. I wish there was more.


The only thing I don’t like is that they print a little branding on the bottom left of all the writing papers. Ehhh I don’t really care for that, it seems to cheapen the paper..

You can buy the stationery through their US retailers found on their website. Tomorrow I will use the paper for a letter and continue the review!

"Dear Grace, Thank you for being the most beautiful person, inside and out. Thank you for making colours a little brighter, Sunshine a little warmer and hugs a little better. Thank you for the laughs, for the cries and everything in between. Thank you for being my rock, my anchor: for keeping me grounded when I feel like I might fly away. Thank you for making fun of me when I deserve it, and for loving me when I don’t.

Thank you for setting the bar so high and finding it impossible to find another friend like you. Thank you for making the three years of our friendship feel like forever and giving me enough memories to last a lifetime but not ending there. Forever and always, Maddy x”

A letter I received this morning from my beautiful best friend.

I love you so much blood-guts-and-ang3l-cake

anonymous said:

how many followers have you lost for this dumb blog change??

Dumb blog change? My posts are the same as ever. Anyway, I’ve lost around 40 so far, but it’s all right. If I’m not happy in my blog and my blogging and if I don’t feel like I can do whatever I want with it then I tend to just stop blogging (like I had been lately) and I’d rather be happy in my own blog and actively blogging than trying to pointlessly please everyone else (which is impossible) :)