don't write me letters

Don’t ask me to stand there and watch you love someone else. I refuse to. I’d rather walk away from everything that we have ever built, than to pretend like I am fine. I’m not fine, and it’s not okay. I don’t want to see you settle with just anyone. I want to see you take a risk, and that risk should be with me. High risks means high rewards, and trust me, I am so damn worth it.
—  We both can’t be cowards if we want something great.
And it turns out we really do keep writing the same thing. I ask whether you’re sick and then you write about it, I want to die and then you do, I want stamps and then you want stamps, sometimes I want to cry on your shoulder like a little boy and then you want to cry on mine like a little girl. And sometimes and ten times and a thousand times and always I want to be with you and you are saying the same thing. Enough, enough.
—  Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena
skillwiththequill replied to your post “Oh, if anyone needs me to type up the handwriting asks, I can. Looking…”

I like your handwriting too. It is a little messy, but it is on the “it shows character” side of messy not the “i have to go to 3 different people to decipher this handwriting” side

See, that’s also when I’m trying to keep it legible.  If i get into a writing groove, yeah, some legibility is lost for others.

I blame the fact that I basically learned cursive first, then kinda devolved into print as cursive was no longer required, but the cursive still lingers.  It shows a lot more in my notebooks, when I’m not trying to make sure others can read it.

Wow I’m suddenly so goddamn emotional about leaving school. I’ve been so apathetic and ‘I can’t wait to leave’ but now I’m actually thinking about my favourite subjects and teacher and holy fuck

i needed our love to die out slowly.

and i know that sounds crazy, because who wants to watch something they love shrivel up like leaves do in the fall? nobody does, nobody wants to see anything die.

but i needed to, i needed to watch the trees turn brown in the yard. i needed to pour salt on our love and i needed to watch it burn.

i needed to see it– i needed to see that we could die out. i needed to know we couldn’t last forever.

and i think that’s why i always kept coming back, like even though we cut our veins, the blood still flowed and i kept watching it pool up on my skin and stain my sheets and god i still kept loving you. i kept loving you under burnt bridges and broken ties.

and loving you was not good for me, it never was, but i couldn’t stop because i didn’t know how to let you go if i couldn’t figure out if we were really bulletproof or if we’d just die on impact.

so i watched us die.

i had to watch our love get shot in the chest a couple times and i had to sit down and give myself time to realize that soon it would be over– soon everything would be gone. i had to see you begin to get tired of me, i had to feel myself letting you go, i had to look at you everyday and just feel what i once had a little bit less every time.

and i’m sorry for dragging it on for so long– but i just had to know i could stop loving you before i could ever truly recognize that the person i once loved so much was gone.


and now we’re just dead leaves in the yard


 letters i’ll never send

Looking for Pen Pals/Internet Friends!! 💕

Hey everyone!

I tried posting this before and got a couple responses, but I only got one message saying who filled this out so I changed it a little so I can find people who answer easier!! I’m looking forward to meeting some people! I’m feeling ambitious lately and want to find some people to talk to! Normally I don’t make the first move because I’m too anxious and nervous but I guess I’m trying it this time!
A little about me:
My name is Sarah
I’m 22
I live in Minnesota (USA)
I like to drive around on nice days, hang out with friends, go out to eat, binge watch tv shows (Shameless, Grey’s Anatomy, Supernatural, Parks and Rec, Bob’s Burgers, Archer, and plenty of others)/Movies (too many to name), I’m obsessed with music (Panic! At the Disco, Fall Out Boy, Paramore, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Green Day, and trust me that’s not even close to part of them lol), playing video games (lately it’s been Destiny, stuff on the PS VR, Rock Band, and I just started Outlast), I’m trying to get myself back into reading, and browsing the internet. I’m sure there’s more but I’m spacing out right now lol
I can’t stand assholes and people who aren’t accepting of others. I also hate Trump, so there’s that. I also can’t stand people who don’t know how to stay away from others in relationships. Just so people know now, I AM IN A COMMITTED RELATIONSHIP AND I AM NOT INTERESTED IN ANYONE ELSE! If that is what you were gonna fill this form out for, then please move on.

Here is the link to the form I made! If you would like to be pen pals or online friends, PLEASE take the time to fill it out! 😊

I would prefer the age to be 17 at the youngest to 25 or 26. Please let me know if you have a problem with swearing or anything like that on the form so that I am aware if I need to watch myself.
I don’t know how many people (if any) will be interested but in case I have many forms filled out, I will choose the ones I would like and message them on here for address or anything else. I am probably only going to do a couple or a few for now so that I can learn to keep up, but I am open to doing more later so don’t be afraid to fill it out! And please don’t be discouraged if I don’t reply to you since I will only be choosing a few for now. Thank you guys so much in advance! And I hope to hear from some of you soon!! Oh! And please message me and let me know if you filled it out so I can look for you!

I’m the kind of person that if you tell me something that someone else, including me, said was wrong and that you’re right. But you’re actually wrong, ESPECIALLY if you hurt someone in the process; that I’ll sit yo ass down so fucking fast, tape you to the goddamn chair, whip out my handy dandy fucking notebook and the whiteboard I conjured using Accio Whiteboard and will fucking document to you:
•How you were wrong.
•How you were sooooo fucking wrong.
•How I was right.
•How someone else was right.
•How you hurt people.
•Making you even more wrong.
•I’ll provide a ten page paper, double spaced, APA format with sources, references, and citations to validate my information.
•I’ll draw a flow chart on the damn white board to literally show you, how you were wrong.

the solution is, i see a whole room of these mutant kids,
fused at the wrist, i simply tell them they should shoot at this,
simply suggest my chest and this confused music,
it’s obviously best for them to turn their guns to a fist.

- guns for hands // twenty one pilots

Guren has better handwriting than me what the fuck and why is he writing in English?

Imma write a letter to Netflix. I don’t understand how they can have this system that list all the shit I can continue watching, suggest random shit when I watch something new, be capable of skipping the intro and end credits BUT WHEN IVE BEEN WATCHING THE SAME SHIT FOR 3 WHOLE DAYS NONSTOP I GET ASKED EVERY EPISODE “ARE YOU STILL WATCHING? ” LIKE BITCH I KNOW YALL KNOW IM STILL WATCHING THIS SHIT AND IVE BEEN DOING SO SINCE TUESDAY. I KNOW YALL GOT THE FUCKING DATA THAT SAYS SO. STOP BOTHERING ME. IM CLEARLY WATCHING THIS SHIT TIL THE END.

anonymous asked:

Do you think Hammy was the jealous type? In his letters to Eliza he's always like "you don't write me enough, I want to hear every-single detail of what you did everyday" I can totally picture Ham throwing a fit if he saw Eliza talking to some dude having a pleasant conversation and Ham just losing it. & Eliza being like "um, dude you cheated on me, remember?" You need to write a story on jealous Alexander Hamilton. Please.

Ok, after talking this one out with @madamejumel, here we go

Takes place mostly early in 1799.  It is all fluff.  This is how they make Little Eliza.

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