love letters collective


An Edwardian woman dressed the part of a handsome Dandy writes a message to her lover,  “Hello Kid:- How you be? I am Fine don’t I look it. You know you must not set this card on the switch board where you do your others”. What an intrepid romance it must have been.

To the lovely and amiable Eloisa, from her constant lover and friend, Arnando

In 1809-1810, a young Quaker man named Arnando, living in a suburb of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, wrote a series of love letters to his sweetheart, Eloisa Pole. Twelve of these letters are preserved in the Todd A. Herring collection. Two are sampled here.

Dearly Beloved Girl, O lovely Girl how sweet the rosy kisses of thy heart. To me they burn my heart with loves sweet fire and make me think no pleasure equal to that of being in thy arms, no nothing on Earth can give me this same pleasure. Nothing can give me the least satisfaction but thee. How Insipid how foolish doth every other fair appears compared to thee. To thee who is the perfect Image of love & perfection thee was brought up in the nursery of love. Thy heart formed of love o sweetest heart. I am now supremely happy Because I know the loves me with a constant heart. What shall I say. How shall I still deserve thy love. I will yield my self to thee who has conquered my heart yes and I will love thee with the hole of that heart. I will love thee till death. Farewell my dearest till we meet again. I am thy faithful lover & truest friend. Arnando 

 To Miss E. Pol  Write tomorrow dearest. I am fraid thee will get a lecture for tearing thy Gound [gown?] which will not I know make thee uneasy but it will make me as I’m affraid to hear thy name told altho it is the dearest name to me in the world. Arnando  

I went over to your house to give this to thee but thee was sitting sewing with Grandmother and Mary. I waited but thee would not come out so I come home but still I wished I longed to see thee. Please to excuse bad writing.

Dearest Girl, How shall I ever be able to requite thy uncommon Goodness. Tell o tell me. What shall I give - if Love - if Friendship - if my all and every thing I can give will pay - thee shall be paid. O delightful Love. O dearest Friendship. It was thee that first raised those sentiments in my breast. It was thee that first caused me to Love. It was thee that I first Loved. Last night when I came home, I thought I would try and break myself from thee, try and kill this passion of Love. For I was affraid I only troubled thee. I was affraid thee did not Love me. But o this heart of mine could not keep its resolution - no - when morning came, my flame came also. When I saw thee my soul was again on fire. I thought could I take our parting kiss one last embrace, I could leave thee - but no - it would only make me love thee more. Ever day I love thee more. Farwell Dearest Girl. Write tomorrow. I am still thy Constant Lover and Friend Arnando.  

To the Lovly & Amiable Eloisa. 

Do not tear up any more but send them. Never mind how there wrote.

It’s almost valentines day and I’ve wanted to do this for ages so what better time then now?!

Fist a special shoutout to a few friends who lighten my days (and dash) and this will get super repetative bc there are only so many combinations of the words “she’s amazing”, but here we go!

@oblviqte OMG YOU GUYS!! Ana is honestly the cutest and funniest person you could ever meet and she always sends me hypothetical frence fries and steak and chocolate and ice cream to save me from the hell that is having a vegetarian sister!! And time zones suck so much becuase we never have time to talk for more then a few minutes (only that is a reason u need to get a scholarship in england bc then we’d be almost in the same timezone and we could talk all the time (and meet honestly bc it’s just like two hours flight!!)) and she stands my constant rambling and freaking out over all kinds of weird stuff and she’s awesome and omg when this this turn into a love letter?! Ok…**collecting the pieces of my mind and heart that’s spread all over the place** long story short she’s the best and everyone should follow her!

@merlinssbeard Febe is my Fandom-Family-Partner-In-Crime (that might be the longest friendship title ever)(and btw you should rly take a look at said fandom fam) and I love her so much she’s so cute and we get along so well and I can’t wait to start up the fandom so we can pull our masterminds together and make it GREAT!!!

@howlingremusMy nr.1 Blackinnon pal (who’s probably so tired of me already bc I send you so many messages and I just don’t know when to shut up (I think everyone who’s ever talked to me has noticed that tbh) and I’m so sorry about that!! But however, she’s great!!

@golden-marauders OK Nyla is also amazing and wonderful and every other positive adjective there is in the english language!! and she talked me into reading commentarius (which you’ll have to keep nagging me about though bc my phone closed the tab and I keep forgetting about it!!) which is really good bc it really saved me on the way to school because it’s hard to be anxious when you read it bc it’s just so funny. Oh, right. I was not going to ramble. Well, that’s just going great isn’t it? Ok so this is my Blackinnon/wolfstar struggle supporter (I promise I’ll come vent to you about my frustration soon bc my fanfic is heading into periods where I’ll doubt decisions and I’ll need to talk about it, so just be prepared)

@rvenaravenclaw Ema, Ema, Ema where to start?! (honestly all I’m thinking about after writing that is Emma in friends. (That has nothing to do with this, why do I keep writing down everything I think)) I always feel so bad when I talk to you bc I’m on one side rambling on about meaningless stuff and you just listen and ask questions and really I should let you talk more, you’ll need to remind me of that because I know like nothing about you but you’ve probably gotten familiar with every single person in my class by now!! However, ily and we (you) need to talk more!!

@fjrebolt Where to begin?! Natalie is just so kind and amazing and wonderful and I don’t know her very well but I’d love to talk to her more (but we’re both so awkward I doubt that’ll happen). Thanks for taking the time to give me all that London advice though, where’re going in like a week!! OMG!! so EXCited!!  what more is there to say? (I already feel myself getting repetative omg) She deserves all the love and hugs in the world!!

@jilys​ I might or might not have had a very real moment of staring at disbelief at my phone and fangirling when Liyah followed me bc her blog is pure prefection and I’d admired her for so long and we haven’t actually talked like… ever, but she’s always lighting up my dash so I wanted to include her anyways!!

@pensieveforyourthoughts Maria is so sweet and I don’t rly know how we know each other really because we’ve never really talked but still when she show up on my dash I’m like “oh, I know her. We’re friends.” because she always sends me cute things and she’s amazing

@staganddoeforever Natalya was like my second follower on tumblr ever and we used to talk a lot and even though we haven’t really talked in like a year you’re still my friend (and I always watch your snapchat stories)! Also, you all should go read her fanfic because it is honestly so amazing and I am freaking out every time there’s a new chapter

@shutuppadfoot Another one of my first tumblr friends! Again, we don’t really talk much anymore but she always reblogs my stuff and puts rly cute stuff in the tags and don’t believe I don’t see them bc I do and it honestly makes my day! But omg the conversations we used to have!

Ok so I have no idea what happened there, some kind of mixup between love letter and shoutout but let’s just roll with it bc I’m a mess so who expected anyhting else from me?

Keep reading under the cut to see who all of my other amazing mutals are and maybe follow them because they’re all awesome and honestly every one of them deserve a love letter for following me and sticking out with my contant rambling and complaining but I only have so much time (Ok, jk, I have too much time and I’m always bored) I might do complimet’s/promos sometimes soon though.

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Hobbit/LotR Ask Meme: Theflightytemptress, Cuddlyaxe and Anonymous asked 10. Favourite weapon? 

“Forged long ago in the lost Elf kingdom of Gondolin, Orcrist, the ‘goblin cleaver’, was a legendary blade, well known to the wise of Middle-earth and infamous among their enemies." 

"Having disappeared for centuries, the sword would reappear in, of all places, a Troll hoard, where, among the detritus and ruin, it catches the eye of Thorin Oakenshield. To the Dwarf, well versed in the crafting of fine weapons, it is a sword of peerless craft, but it is Elrond, lord and lore-master of Rivendell, who is able to name the blade and tell Thorin of its prestigious lineage." 

"No finer sword could a king of any race wish for." 

April 1852

So sweet and still and Thee, oh Susie, what need I more, to make my heaven whole? Sweet Hour, blessed Hour; to carry me to you, and to bring you back to me, long enough to snatch one kiss and whisper Good bye, again.

I have thought of it all day, Susie, and I fear of but little else, and when I was gone to meeting it filled my mind so full I could not find one chink to put the worthy pastor; when he said “Our Heavenly Father” I said “Oh Darling Sue”; when he read the 100th Psalm I kept saying your precious letter all over to myself, and Susie, when they sang - it would have made you laugh to hear one little voice piping to the departed. I made up words and kept singing how I loved you, and you had gone, while all the rest of the choir were singing Hallelujahs. I presume nobody heard me because I sang so small, but it was a kind of comfort to think I might put them out, singing of you. I a'nt there this afternoon, tho’, because I am here, writing a little letter to my dear Sue, and I am very happy.

I think of ten weeks - Dear One, and I think of love, and you, and my heart grows full and warm, and my breath stands still. The sun doesn’t shine at all, but I can feel a sunshine stealing into my soul and making it all summer, and every thorn a rose. And I pray that such summer’s sun shine on my Absent One, and cause her bird to sing!

You have been happy, Susie, and now are sad - and the whole world seems lone; but it won’t be so always, “some days  must be dark and dreary”! You won’t cry any more, will you Susie, for my father will be your father and my home will be your home and where you go I will go, and we will lie side by side in the kirkyard…

- Emilie


from Dear Sappho: A Legacy of Lesbian Love Letters, collected with permission by Kay Turner

(“EMILY TO SUSAN: The American poet Emily Dickinson wrote many passionate letters to Susan Gilbert in the mid-19th century. Gilbert eventually married Dickinson’s brother.” - p.153)

I want to love him and care for him the way no one has ever done before, and the way he deserves so badly. I want to hold him and show him the eternity of happiness he deserves. I want to lie down next to him every night and hold his hand, and move my fingers softly over his chest. I’d place my head close to his heart so I can hear it beating, and I’ll know that my heart is safe in his tender hands, and that I am in the best place imaginable.
I want to fall asleep with his arms tightly around me and get lost in his eyes and be lulled by his voice. He makes me want to live so deeply and  go on roadtrips and travel the world and move to the mountains deep in the forest with just the two of us and a dog, and bake cookies at 2AM. I want to walk through cities with him during the night and look up to the stars and kiss him in every place possible.
I want him to forget his troubled past and feel loved so deeply, and I want to kiss all of the camouflaged bruises on his beautiful heart. I want to fit him like I am his favourite blanket and hold him when he is at his best and at his very worst, and everything in between. And I want to love him, even when he is not so lovable. I want him to feel safe with me and I want him to know he can tell me all of his secrets he carries deep within him and I want him to know I will love him in the purest way possible and that every day, every minute, I find new things to love.
—  B.A., Letter #1: 9th of January, 2016

What happens when a writer falls in love

(c. 1929)

You can take my tie
And you can take my coller,
But I’ll jazze you
Til you holler.

My dearest Wife Gloria: -

I am writing to you because I have not written to you for so long and sweet heart you will have to forgive me but I love you just the same; that handchief that you sent is to pretty to use and I am going to take it out with me when I go. Honey If you love me you will break out your dam door and come an sleep with me and angle face if I could sleep with you I would not only hough and kiss you. But I will not take the time to write it for I guess you can reed between lines. When I kiss you I thought I was in heaven and I was kissing one of the angles up there if I were in cuba and you in spain the love I get for you will make a bool dog break his chain and I don’t care what you use to be but I know what you are to day if you love me or I love you what has the world to say. You ask me no questions so why should I. I don’t care what you use to be but I know what you are to day. I love you and you only.

x o x o x o x o x o x o
from your love husben
Ocean love to my wife Gloria love


from Dear Sappho: A Legacy of Lesbian Love Letters, collected with permission by Kay Turner

(“This note is quoted in Homosexual Practices of Institutionalised Females by Charles A. Ford (1929)… Ford gives a fairly detailed picture of the way lesbian relationships were introduced and maintained through secretive note-passing in the prison group he studied.” - p.157)   

I am madly in love with you. I know it might be quite early to say so, but it’s the truth. You – the beautiful human being you are – you make me happy. You make me feel loved and comforted, but energetic and full of life at the same time. You make me feel in a way I’ve never felt before.

If someone would ever ask me about my favourite place in the world, I would tell them that for me, that would be in your arms. Your heartbeat is one of the most beautiful sounds in the world. Hearing it makes me feel like nothing could ever harm me, and it makes me wonder what I did to deserve lying in your arms. Another beautiful sound in this mad, crazy shouting world is your voice. Your beautiful, soft, deep and loving voice – hearing it makes my heart swell.

I try to come closer to the feeling you give me - to the very centre of it – and write it down but it is so hard to put this feeling into words for you to read.

You make my heart beat quicker, my pulse rise, my blood rush in my veins. My thoughts stop running and racing through my head. For a millisecond, I forget how to breathe. When you kiss me, I feel so alive – so very much alive.

I am always looking for you in the crowd. Even unnoticed, my eyes will be searching for you. For your beautiful eyes and your lovely scent. My eyes will be searching for you.
And when I find you, when I realise I wasn’t staring into the blur of life but in fact my heart was searching for yours to set it on fire, when I realise it wasn’t a figment of my imagination but that it really is you – your beautiful appearance right in front of me – it makes my whole day better.

Believe me when I say this – I do know it sounds an awfully lot like a romantic cliché, but maybe those clichés are right after all. You make me feel the kind of love all those soft indie songs are about, except that the way you make me feel is even better than that.

—  B.A., Letter #4: 23rd of February, 2016

July 1961

Dearest Judy,

It’s late in the night. I’m tired, yet I can’t go to sleep. Have you ever lain in your bed, your head lost in the pillow… your teeth clenched so tight that they’ll keep you from screaming out loud - all because you miss somebody so very much? It’s a miserable feeling. My eyes cry desperately for sleep, they are ready to close and die away. But my mind can’t. Thoughts violate its peace like a swirling tornado. And one persistent thought keeps imposing itself on the others: I want to see her. Please, I’ve got to see her.

I remember what you said the other night - that you’re scared… so am I… but I’m also desperately in love. In love with everything in you and about you. In love with your thoughts, in love with your face, in love with your feelings and emotions. Is it wrong to feel this way? All I know is that right now the way I feel is the way of my life. And I’ve always believed that there’s nothing I care about more than the way of my life.

There must be something wrong with the world, I think. Why should we be afraid of what we feel, of what we think? Why should they be right and we wrong? It’s not just a matter of a woman falling in love with another woman, it’s a whole way of approaching life, a whole series of beliefs and feelings and ideals that is at stake. And I’m too selfish, too self-confident to accept theirs instead of mine. In a way, I’m scared only because you are. I didn’t want to cause you any trouble… but for myself I don’t care. I’m in love. What does it matter whether it’s a man or a woman? Love is wonderful, beautiful in all its forms and aspects. Love is love.

I love you, Judy. I say it and I don’t care, I’m not ashamed. I want to say it again and again. I love you Judy. Judy, I love you.


—  from Dear Sappho: A Legacy of Lesbian Love Letters, collected with permission by Kay Turner

August 1975


To me, this is not only important but the fact that it exists is unequivocally NEAT! So here goes:

I have a real appreciation for your values and the total part that they play in shaping all of your exchanges and interactions that which, individually and collectively, comprise life! Being able to know you is itself a privilege. But being close to you is marvellous indeed.

You must know I love you.

When I see you
my gay heart pounds
with tingles of delight.
Tingles, Tingles, Tingles, Tingles!
Tingles of delight.
And the older I get
the harder it is to believe.
This can’t happen every day!

Gay gay gay gay gay gay
Gay gay gay gay gay

Gay gay!



from Dear Sappho: A Legacy of Lesbian Love Letters, collected with permission by Kay Turner

(“DEBBIE TO BETH: “Beth and I met in college in the classic city, Athens, Georgia. This was my coming out, that is first lesbian relationship, though Beth was a seasoned veteran. She was 20, I was 21. We’re great friends to this day.”” - p.156)

uraoe  asked:

do you know of any fics about steve and bucky being roommates/housemates? if not thats totally ok. thanks so much!

Here you go! 

What may have gone down in the latest chapter...

A. He Tian is really just a big sadist that he made Hong Fa/Red Hair get Xiao Hui’s letter and stick it on the board just to see how Jian Yi reacts. (likely)

B.  He Tian is really just a big sadist that he made Hong Fa/Red Hair get Xiao Hui’s letter and stick it on the board just to see how Jian Yi reacts when Zheng Xi blames him for putting it there. (likely)

C.  He Tian is really just a big sadist that he made Hong Fa/Red Hair get Xiao Hui’s letter and stick it on the board just to see how Jian Yi reacts when Zheng Xi finds out that Jian Yi did receive the letter but didn’t give it to him ‘cause he forgot all about it leading to Hong Fa stealing the letter.

D.  He Tian is really just a big sadist that he made Hong Fa/Red Hair get Xiao Hui’s letter and stick it on the board just to come to Jian Yi’s side when Zheng Xi breaks their friendship. (likely)

E. Jian Yi was really the perpetrator himself and he may have meant to take it down but then he forgot to. (likely)

F. Jian Yi was really the perpetrator himself and he did it without thinking.

G. Jian Yi was really the perpetrator himself and he did it because he just wanted to. 

H. Jian Yi was really the perpetrator himself and he did it because he wanted to tell those girls to stay away from Zheng Xi. (very unlikely)

I. He Tian is really just a big masochist that he made Hong Fa/Red Hair get Xiao Hua’s letter and stick it on the board just to make the girls who are interested in Zheng Xi stay away from him and Jian Yi so that the two live peacefully and happily ever after. (very unlikely)

J.  He Tian is really just a big masochist that he made Hong Fa/Red Hair get Xiao Hua’s letter and stick it on the board just to make the girls who are interested in Zheng Xi stay away from him and Jian Yi ‘cause he thinks that it would make Jian Yi happy but he wouldn’t care less about Zheng Xi. (likely lol no)

K. The girl did it to gain attention.

L. Zheng Xi was the perpetrator himself and he did it because he wanted to tell those girls to stay away from him. (very unlikely)