#a gratitude letter

[adozentothedawn]

Daud Smoking

yes hello i have made art again please look at his dumb moping face

[lineasdivisorias]

True Love

One who truly loves, loves in silence, with deeds, not words...

[lostdeviantartcollages]

7 words

[there-is-only-chaos]

I love you gif makers, thank you for giving us the means to study the details of our favorite moments. Fandom wouldn't be nearly as wonderful without you.

[artern]

a love letter to the pairing

dear ‘the pairing’,

you’re the story i’d thread my fingers through, as you’re sitting comfortably on my lap. the story i’d grin from ear to ear, lay my head on your shoulder. feel the thrum of passion for life, for taking up space and art in my whole being.

you’re the divine intervention in this recharging season.

you’re the story that has enveloped a new galaxy in my vast cosmos.

and as rilke wrote, “how will i keep my soul from touching yours?”

[sheilababi]

when you’ve discovered the love you’ve prayed for, don’t let anyone or YOU rob you of that joy for the sake of perceived individuality or fear. be in love. swim in it.

[howifeltabouthim]

I thank you for everything. I am sorry for everything, and I remain Yours respectfully . . .

L.P. Hartley, from The Harness Room

[acknowledgetheabsurd]

I don't want to leave you without telling you again everything that is in my heart, the love that fills me, the sweet concern I have for you, the gratitude too. Take care of yourself, live again, also think of being beautiful. I love you, my generous one! I am waiting for you, and I put in this letter all the blue sky that surrounds me, all the light so that you find strength and courage in it. I kiss you with all my might.

Albert Camus to Maria Casarès, Correspondance, March 3, 1950 [#229]  

[actual-changeling]

Crowley remembers the nightingales just as well as he remembers the look in Aziraphale's eyes that afternoon at the Ritz. The champagne flute had been weightless in his hand, his limbs were kept afloat by almost ethereal relief and brightly burning hope. After six thousand years of running and hiding, after a tense decade of trying to stop the end of the world and ultimately succeeding, no thanks to Above or Below, they could finally stand still.

They had been granted a chance to catch up with each other.

Sure, maybe he still went a little too fast for him, and there is something to be said about the unsaid hanging between them, but both of these were topics reserved for another time.

Their glasses had clinked with the softly floating sound of a bell, a miracle manifesting itself simply to deepen the smile on Aziraphale's face, and their voices were laced with something old reborn.

To the world, Crowley had said, his lips tingling with the words even now as tears sting in his eyes.

To the world, Aziraphale had responded in kind, the emphasis on world taking a shape not unfamiliar to his name, his essence.

Relief and hope both paled compared to the surge of affection crashing through his system, and when Aziraphale's hand found his within minutes, the world had narrowed and expanded to the infinite space left between them.

It's funny how things change, how an entire universe built with traded miracles and silent promises can break apart without making a single sound.

Whatever world they had blessed under the song of a nightingale disappears behind the darkened shades of his glasses, and deep in his mind, an eons-old memory stirs. Crowley stills the bell ringing behind him and coats himself in the remembered cold emptiness of space, the one thing that has never changed and will never change - loneliness.

[soulinkedwords]

On one of my teen ventures on Quotev, I came across a writer whose works I deeply enjoyed. If you’re familiar with Quotev, you’d know that when you click on a profile, you’re immediately taken to their, I guess it’s called overview? I don’t know- where you’ll see a bit about them (like a bio), maybe their activities, and there published works. Anyway, the writer had this touching poem on her bio, and it’s been 7 years since I saved this poem in my notes. I never once thought to share my thoughts with the writer, but when I finally decided to do that, it was too late.. I couldn’t find the profile again, and although I remember searching for her, the only profile I found with the same name had hidden details. The Quotev profile showed that the user had joined after 2 years from when I found the poem, so the details didn’t match up, and I couldn’t message her about it. That’s why, I decided to share my thoughts and express my gratitude here, hoping that it’s not really too late.

So, RadiantButterfly,

To be honest, when I first read your poem, I didn’t understand a single word ^^; But even then, it resonated with me in a way I couldn’t grasp at the time. I saved it in my notes, and have re-read it every now and then. I knew it was personal, but I couldn’t figure out why I felt so attached to it.

Now I understand, and from the deepest place in my heart, I want to thank you for writing it. I sincerely appreciate your words, and your existence. In the poem, you wished to leave us with something to remember, and if you find this, I want you to know that you did. Those words alone were more than enough of a memorable gift to me. Your words live on and will continue to live in my heart for as long as I’m breathing, so thank you.

Thank you 🤍

๋࣭ ⭑🦋๋࣭ ⭑.𖥔 ݁ ˖๋࣭ ⭑🦋๋࣭ ⭑.𖥔 ݁ ˖๋࣭ ⭑🦋๋࣭

A Lost Poem

To survive I have drunk rain water of drowned sorrows.

My body collapsed like snow and flowers bloomed on top of my heart.

Though I didn't want to die, the only anesthetic that made me feel anything kills inside.

The ensemble of youth will reach me when I die.

I wish I could say something memorable that will burn into your heart.

But in the end, all I can say is thank you.

Thank you.

-RadiantButterfly

๋࣭ ⭑🦋๋࣭ ⭑.𖥔 ݁ ˖๋࣭ ⭑🦋๋࣭ ⭑.𖥔 ݁ ˖๋࣭ ⭑🦋๋࣭

I hope this reaches you.

[blvdheart]

LOTTIE HII the comment limit kept cutting me off so here’s a guide for russian names :3 using raskolnikov as an example bcs he shows up the most often!!

so, legally, russians follow the first name/middle name/last name convention — ex. rodion romanovich raskolnikov! formally, he is referred to by other characters as rodion romanovich or raskolnikov — calling someone by their first name alone that you know on a professional or impersonal basis is kind of frowned upon culturally (or at least was at the time!)

additionally, he’s referred to as rodya by his mother — characters are often given nicknames by family members to show affection! —ya or —nya at the end of part of the character’s first name is meant to show attachment. by extension, —echka is used similarly, but usually by parents about their children. ex: sofya is referred to as sonya and sonechka by her father!

middle and last names change slightly for girls — for example, raskolnikov’s sister is called avdotya romanova raskolnikova. they have the same middle name because middle names are derived from one’s father’s first name, but different suffixes to indicate gender. same goes for last names!! she’s also called dunya & dunechka as a nickname! ap sesh over :3

EM OH MY GOD I’M SO KISSING YOU THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS I LOVE YOU

that’s actually super interesting, like the whole part with the nicknames!! it kept messing with my head while i was reading because i was like wait…are they referring to the same person or are they talking about a completely new person? especially while reading raskolnikov’s mother’s letter

my journal will hear about you now <3 i’m going to write this all down for future reference because i plan to read more of dostoevsky’s books after this

once again, thank you professor em (๑>ᴗ<๑) i would pass all my classes if i had you as a teacher AHHH

[camus-cat-cigarette]

'Together once more! But never like tonight, and in spite of all the obstacles, I overflowed with gratitude, pride and tenderness. And when it's over in the hour of fatigue, your face that I cherish... To live at last! And life has no other face than yours. I'm holding your hand, very tightly, all this time.'

Albert Camus to Maria Casarès, December 17th 1949 (#107)

~~♡♥︎~~

quote credit: @acknowledgetheabsurd •~ photo credit: Emile Muller 1953

[novadeetz]

Gratitude letter!!!!

I'm doing this for a school project on gratitude!! This is platonic btw!!!

Oliver, you are so cool. I really look up to you and want to be like you when I'm older. Your music is amazing and I listen to it all the time. You are such a sillie little goober dude. I wanna be closer friends but gonna be honest I have no clue how to. I'm really thankful for you and your existence. :). You make the world a much better place.

@moominpunx

[porcelainnprincesss]

sometimes it dawns on me that i am privileged in a lot of ways that i don't fully realize. the things i consider 'small' might be someone's parents' paycheck. and to live like this now is very surreal because i also know how it feels to be on the other side of this. but even when i had less, it never seemed so because my mother went above and beyond to ensure that i had a good adolescence. she made sure i was fed, bathed, and looked presentable; and she did all of it being a single parent. and of course, there were others helping from the sidelines, but only because of my mother. the same mother that still goes above and beyond to this day to ensure that i get to live the life that she didn't.

[oxygenbefore1775]

probs a strange thought but I've always liked that Jean has small eyes

[coeluvr]

First u torture us with Hunter and now you take reddies hair away.

whatever luceris 2.0 😒

If you knew why I was removing it you'd be happy!!! 😒 In 2 years when I release chapter 7 you will realize...