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my girlfriend and i are long distance, so we got matching notebooks to keep a journal of our writings for/about each other that we plan to give the other once they’re full. i’ve found it to be an extremely fulfilling practice, we’re creating an archive of our love.
5d ago
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i’ve recently started writing letters to my future partner, i know it’s cringey but i have been basically single my whole life and i have a feeling i wont meet my soulmate anytime soon so id like them to also know 19 year old me.
i also think it will be really interesting for them to read them in many years and be able to link back what they were doing or going through at that time (when i wrote the letters)
on the other hand this will be a terrible idea if i remain single for the rest of my life
Jan 30, 2025
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admire the things that maybe only someone that has been with you all of your life could possibly notice, the mysticism of your ideal morning, the care you‘ve put towards your dreams and hopes, the bald spot in your leg hair where you had a bike accident..
get some espresso stains and wrinkles on it and kiss it closed maybe even a wax seal ..
May 14, 2024
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just sat down and wrote love letters to each other to be recieved in our thirties and hopefully to be read together over some cocktails on a couch with our toes touching the same way the were while writing these! who will we be by then? how much and how little might change? what did we want each other to know then and now? so excited to find out
practical rec: using futureme.com to be sure you dont lose the letter before the due date
Mar 23, 2024
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that water glass on my nightstand i keep forgetting to wash and the shoes i haven’t managed to put away won’t kill me. my apartment is far from belonging in the pages of AD, so why pretend life doesn’t happen here? i don’t mean never picking up after myself, but it’s not the end of the world to leave my makeup laying around my vanity for a few days until i get around to cleaning.
6d ago
waking up to a chorus of bird song, falling asleep to drunk college boys singing pompeii by bastille wildly off key, reading with the steady staccato of rainfall in the background, feeling the breeze drift across my face while i’m half asleep. the distinction between my space and the rest of the world becomes blurrier. i think i like that.
6d ago