#letters from love

[innervoiceartblog]

Remember…

Love is not a “learning how to” but a “remembering that you are.”

- Elizabeth Gilbert

An excerpt from Letters From Love 💞

Artwork by Katarína Vavrová

[brittneyspang]

Yesterday I decided to try Elizabeth Gilbert's Letters From Love prompt in my morning pages journaling practice, and this is a snippet from that session.

The prompt is, what message would unconditional love send to you today?

It was such a fun exercise, and I feel like the result was so poetic 🥰❤️

My daily journaling practice is such an important piece of my inner work. It helps me stay connected to myself, sort out my thoughts, and set my intentions.

My sister Amanda and I just released an episode about journaling on our podcast Attitude is Everything - check it out if you would like to hear more about what this practice can do for you ☺️🫶✨️

[ciearcab]

beyond the distant horizon

[datcravat]

SCIENCE BEGETS TRUTH✨

[astoldbyanj]

Prompt : Write a letter from love (As inspired by Elizabeth Gilbert's letters from love) 

Dear Love , what would you have me know today?

Dear you, crazy girl, crazy child,

Why are u so reluctant to receive love? Why is it uncomfortable for you? Of course, I know the reason. You were never used to receiving it freely. You didn't grow up thinking you could get love for free without doing anything to deserve it. But I don't need you to feel pity for yourself.

You have love. You have an immense deep and vast ocean inside you, & sometimes it hurts so much because it's overflowing out of you, rivers longing to give love and nourishment to living beings on its way. But sometimes you feel like there's no one there to meet the level of love you give. So then you've decided to contain it instead. Lock it up like a moat around your heart. But child, you don't need to do that either. 

Here's a thought. What if you could be like a fountain? Let the love flow and come back to you. Let yourself shine and be the biggest tallest most beautiful fountain. Allow people to come and be inspired, dance below you, make  wishes, dream, and fall in love with just the sight of the life-giving love that you let flow. Can you imagine that?

You could be a river. Can you imagine yourself as a river that leads back to your own ocean? And not just a boring river, but a river beautifully adorned with gold cascaded bridges, where kids can run with flowers in their hair.. They can pick the blooms in your path and they will never run out. Because no matter how many people come take from your river, it is overflowing and leads back home, to your ocean, where it refills itself, never lacking, always content. And that is how you become the most magnificent inspiring river system anyone's ever seen. And you can inspire others to be the same. 

Think highly of yourself, think bigger of yourself. You weren't meant to serve small. The sooner you start seeing yourself as the overflowing river system, the sooner you will feel fulfilled, never lacking. You got everything it takes. Stop standing in your own fucking way. Play in the fountain too. Dance under your own rain showers. Have a little fun. You're allowed to splash some water on your face. You're allowed to be loud, and laugh, and cry, and do whatever you've always wanted to do. I love you. Stop doubting that this love is endless & will never run out. Has it ever run out before? You've never had to go thirsty, you've never withered, even in your darkest days. Your sunshine is from within. Do you not know how much power and radiance you hold? You are truly a light. It's time you started burning brightly, without fear of extinguishment. Your light is eternal, as is mine. I'll never let you run out. You can always borrow from mine. 

Now dry up those tears & soak in the love instead. Just take a moment, my dear. Close your eyes and breathe love.

I love you,

talk to u next time x

[demonio-fleurs]

To me, what is so fantastic about One Piece Fan Letter is the emphasis on the way the Straw Hats have created these connections in the lives of people they have never met. The ending scene, with all the hands putting together the puzzle pieces, and the way that all these connections came together in one dazzling way-- I loved that. I teared up at that. Wherever the Straw Hats go, they leave behind all of these puzzle pieces for people to put together and create bonds that would not have existed had the Straw Hats not shown up!

And it also just... Makes me so in love with the concept of the world after Luffy becomes King of The Pirates. I know that Oda has the final chapter planned in his head, and I doubt we will really see the long lasting effects of Luffy achieving the title of Pirate King + his dream, and I really do not want a sequel series ala Boruto or Yasahime, but.... I want to see a world in which children believe they can become a Brave Warrior of the Sea thanks to Usopp, I want to see more children look at Nami and realize they don't NEED to have a Devil Fruit or Haki or muscles to have adventures. I want to see the next generation of the One Piece world believe so strongly in their dreams, that they set out to accomplish them.

One Piece Fan Letter really opened the door, I think, for more and more stories about the "regular" people in the world of One Piece, the people you don't see in the arcs because they're the nondescript background characters, and how the Straw Hat Crew has changed them. And I want that. To me, that is fantastic.

[composing-the-future]

[muguetdemai]

Caitlyn Siehl, What We Buried; from "A Letter To Love"

[aingeal98]

The way Orv will dangle the basic premise in front of you like a set of keys and have you going "Ha! So Joonghyuk is the novel's protagonist but Dokja is OUR main character." and you're so busy enjoying that layer of meta text that you don't notice their other hand winding up the Han Sooyoung hammer to whack you with.

[tomasweetheart]

“Oh, you are nasty,” Iwaizumi almost seethes, his eyes following the condensation on the plastic bottle while it drips down the side, “grape flavored water?!”

His words catch you off guard, lowering the bottle with a confused look on your face before your eyebrows furrow together more, “Yes, Hajime, grape flavored water,” you respond with an eye roll, “is there a problem with me hydrating myself after our run?”

“You know there’s perfectly good, normal water in the fridge too, right?” he scoffs, he’s still in disbelief. And it’s not because you’re drinking flavored water, more so because of the flavor of water you chose.

Oh. Now you get it.

“I’m aware of that yes,” you hum, a shit eating grin beginning to form on your face, “but I’m also aware that there’s a whole pack of flavored waters that will be left untouched if I do not drink them, because you can’t help a good deal at the grocery store.”

“I would drink them if they were any other flavor!” he protested quickly with a slight pout of his own.

“Oh, you are such a liar,” you rebuttal quickly, “name one flavor you enjoy, because I can name about six right now that you don’t.” 

“I like…” he thinks for a moment, sucking on his teeth while he roams his brain for an answer, “...I, uh…blue raspberry."

You two have had this argument over and over again. Ever since you were teenagers, Iwaizumi has had a certain distaste for actual fruit flavored things. You’d think an athlete would actually prefer the artificial flavors that at least taste like healthy food, but no.

“Not a water flavor,” you hum cockily, crossing your arms over your chest, “and blue raspberry is nastier than grape by a mile.”

“You are a sick, twisted individual,” he scoffs, waving his finger at you in playful disappointment, “I am ashamed of myself for letting you get into my pants, let alone my heart for the rest of our lives.”

“Oh hush,” you hum amusedly, wrapping your arms loosely around his neck to pull his body flush against yours, “you said for better or for worse.”

“Mm, I also said in sickness and in health,” he responds with his own hum, his arms wrapping around your waist on instinct, “and you are definitely sick in the head for liking flavored water.”

His nose brushes against your own softly for a moment before he connects your lips with his in a tender kiss. A soft groan leaves his throat, unable to stop himself from running his hands along your sides as he deepens the kiss. Before he pulls away with an absolutely disgusted look on his face.

“What…?” you ask innocently through bated breath, with a soft giggle and smile.

“...You taste like grape.”

[satorkive]

ROOMMATE 𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ SATORU

roommate!satoru who constantly stares at you when you first met. you are probably the most beautiful person he’s ever seen.

roommate!satoru who takes advantage of his height and makes everything in your apartment higher than what’s supposed to be. he wants you to beg for him with your doe eyes and pouty lips.

roommate!satoru who becomes clingy after living with each other for a long time. he has to be cuddling you or he will sulk for the rest of the day.

roommate!satoru who cooks for you. you want pancakes and hot chocolate? just sit down and wait for him. you have your frustrating monthly period? don’t worry, he got your comfort food ready. he’s attentive like that.

roommate!satoru who gets jealous when you bring boy friends in your room. he has to be in the same room as both of you because he’s just being protective!

roommate!satoru who is obliviously catching feelings for you. he doesn’t know what to do, but he doesn’t want to do anything. so it is what it is, he belongs to you now.

[ohrackham]

It is not what you do for me that makes me love you. It's your kindness. Your empathy. How much you care. Just being you is enough, Colin. I do not need you to save me. I just need you to stand by me. To hold me. To kiss me.

[carebeardean]

Charles has always left Edwin little notes slipped between the pages of his favorite books, in his science equipment, places he knows Edwin loves. Just silly things—post its that say “hi Edwin :)”. doodles of Edwin with his nose stuck in a book. reminders to stock up on wolfsbane. but.

Then, post canon, Edwin tentatively starts dating people. And it’s ridiculous, because Edwin’s right there, all the time, but Charles..misses him a bit. And his heads a mess, and he can’t sort out what the hell he’s feeling most of the time, and whenever he tries to say any of it out loud it comes out rubbish.

So. He writes down some of the shit he can’t say right, and because he’s a coward, hides them so he doesn’t have to see Edwin’s face when he reads them.

then Edwin starts writing back.

Neat lilac blue little envelopes appear in Charles coat pockets. In his bag. Once, in his shoe? Some nights, Edwin will clear his throat and mention something from a letter, offhand, like they’re just picking up conversation, and Charles can pretend they are. That they always have talked about the basement, the belt, the nameless fear that chokes him every time Edwin walks out the door with someone else on his arm.

Sometimes he can’t. The words get stuck in his throat. Edwin’s not mad, he’s maddeningly, stubbornly kind about it, which is worse.

Some nights they trade. A secret for a secret. Charles learns about the novels Edwin used to hide under his mattress, about all the lonely years before Charles got there. About Simon.

Meanwhile, Edwin is losing his mind, because Charles has accidentally stumbled onto what was a fucking courting ritual in his time. Love letters were something engaged couples treasured for years, kept and reread over and over. (Edwin does. keep them in a special box, will take one out and trace the words, tuck it in his breast pocket for courage).

Edwin would rather have to reattach a limb again than lose Charles trust, all the dark and beautiful things he shares with Edwin only. He knows—knows Charles doesn’t mean to make him fall more in love with him.

[benevolenterrancy]

("Always. Continuously. With increasing apprehension, and decreasing hope. I will love you if I never see you again, and I will love you if I see you every Tuesday. I will love you as a corpse loves the beak of the vulture. I will love you no matter what happens to you, and no matter how I discover what happens to you, and no matter what happens to me as I discover this." -- paraphrased from The Beatrice Letters, Lemony Snicket)

[kimdokjas]

@animangacreators challenge ⟡ spring 2024

↳ WIND BREAKER

You haven't given up on others yet. And you don't need to give up. At the least I'm looking your way, Sakura. So why don't you look this way as well? If you do, I'm sure… you'll become what you want to be.

[ahno-nimus]

"Have you heard my favorite horror fiction podcast, 'The Something Information'?" "Yeah, I love that one! Have you heard 'Greetings in Regards to Place'?" "Of course!"