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#letter to you
itsbrittfool · a day ago
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April 17, 2021 Saturday
Dear you,
I sit here, book in hand, small amount of light from my lamp, rain tapping on the window as background noise, missing you. I can feel my skin craving your touch, my heart craving your love, yet all I have is this blanket caressing my skin & this book.
And tonight is just a simple Saturday night but I’m all alone missing you while you’re with her.
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artofabeginner · 6 days ago
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To My Villain
I know this is a sudden request, but I feel it important to note that I will not be in office next week starting Sunday, ending Friday. It is nothing personal, my grandmother is sick and I kinda need to be there for her (she’s the one with the two dogs). That being said, if you could reschedule the attack on the capital that would be lovely. Listen, I could call in a temporary, but I know that you really don’t like Sam (and who really does), and he is the only one available that week. Also, it's been a hot minute since you and I have had a good battle, and I really miss the witty banter we have. That being said, I won’t be making the cookout on Friday either. I’ll be getting back two hours after it ends. It totally sucks that I won’t be having your mothers pecan pie (if you could save me a slice that would be appreciated). So, yeah, nothing else to report! 
Awaiting your reply,
Your Hero
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sasviaimtinan · 6 days ago
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If the world was ending you’d come over, right?
For I want to pick up and embrace all the puzzles that we left to mess. I want to shout it out loud; not to my friends that have been at my worst, not to the guy who has tried to fix me, not to those strangers that have been helped me out but to you; to the one who still sent me tingles to my gut; the one that I wished I said it all so the scars would fully heal and not be bleed to anyone else ever. You are loved and forgiven.
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saintlychild · 8 days ago
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you take offense like you haven't made my life a shit and my mind a mess, Thank you very much for make me feel bad me when I was 13 years old (well, everytime) I had very serious anxiety problems and your little messages attacking me did not help me💝✨
But never judge you, always try to understand and be empathetic with you, I did not know what situation you had to do that, no one happy attacks children who only wanted a friend with a cute style
By the way, whatever you tell me you will always cause me a horrible anxiety attack, don't be surprised why I'm so "weird" with you
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springsteenfilms · 8 days ago
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Succession (2018 - ) / Song for Orphans (2020)
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noanysstuff · 10 days ago
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Dear father
I found myself feeling nostalgic, feeling a love for you that I reminisce from all the times I've lived with you in my head.
The times I dreamt of feeding you and doing all father daughter stuff, dreamt of you standing next to me through every struggle. Each time I got reminded of how mom told me about your resilience and how you climbed the ladder with all your hard work.
Every time I recall how she told me about you, I remember the respect written on her face for you, I beam with pride because I saw she was telling the truth through her gleaming eyes.
Maybe the fact that I came out of my loneliest and most unbearable times is because you were over there, miles apart, praying for my happiness and safety.
And I hope that each time I prayed for your happiness and peace, God granted them and sent my love to you.
I know I'm not physically with you and mom, but I know nothing on earth can defy the love you both have for me. I sometimes amaze myself by looking back at how resilient I've been at times, maybe I got it from the both of you.
I've been pouring my love on everyone close to me, wearing my heart out on my sleeves. I wonder if I got that from you too. When I came home, I thought of you because I would love to pour all of my love on you, too. Only if you saw how I've taken care of you in my head, you'd probably be the happiest father alive.
I hope you're proud of me, and I hope that in this life time, I get the opportunity to pour all my love on you. Regardless of the lack of memories we got to make, I've never loved you less and I never will.
I remember seeing you thrice, and each time, I saw what I meant to you through your teary eyes and the way you sobbed. Maybe it frustrated you that you lost your voice but I didn't need to hear it from you to know you loved me to death.
With love,
Your baby.
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frustratedcupcake · 13 days ago
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So I found her number saved on the back of a gas station receipt. Insecure and confused I just stared at the crumbled up piece of paper wondering if this is where it should end. I cant make you love me. I will never be her..but she will also never be me.
I am beautiful.
I am the definition of patience.
I am funny.
I am kind.
I am honest.
I am bright.
I am sweet.
I am thoughtful.
I am selfless.
I am loveable.
I am intelligent.
I am smooth.
I am me.
I deserve all the love.
I deserve all the care.
I deserve to be treated right.
I desereve to be told the truth.
I deserve to be at the center of your world.
I deserve to be fought for.
I deserve to be chosen. Every god damn second of every god damn day.
Do not do things to make me second guess these statements because at the end of the day I will somehow convince myself again that I. AM. WHAT. I. SAY.I AM. And your pathetic, unthoughtful decisions will NOT intervine with what I am and what I deserve. If YOU will not treat me the way i demand to be treated...then like a gentle fawn I shall leave this meadow.
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itsbrittfool · 13 days ago
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Monday. April 5,2021
Dear you,
It’s the beginning of the week and I’m here asking God for a sign to ask you on a date.
But it’s just Monday and you’d probably say no, so I won’t ask but will hope one day I do.
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clacclo · 16 days ago
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I'LL SEE YOU IN MY DREAMS
The road is long and seeming without end
Days go on, I remember you my friend
And though you're gone
And my heart's been empty it seems
I'll see you in my dreams
I got your guitar here, by the bed
All your favorite records and all the books that read
And though my soul feels like it's been split et the seams
I'll see you in my dreams
I'll see you in my dreams
When all our summers have come to an end
I'll see you in my dreams,
We'll meet and live and laugh again
I'll see you in my dreams, up around the river bend
For death is not the end
And I'll see you in my dreams
I'll see you in my dreams
When all our summers have come to an end
I'll see you in my dreams,
We'll meet and live and laugh again
I'll see you in my dreams, yeah up around the river bend
For death is not the end
And I'll see you in my dreams
See you in my dreams
See you in my dreams
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TI RIVEDRÒ NEI MIEI SOGNI
La strada è lunga e sembra senza fine
I giorni passano, mi ricordo di te amico mio
E anche se te ne sei andato
E il mio cuore mi è sembrato vuoto
Ti rivedrò nei miei sogni
Ho messo la tua chitarra qui, vicino al letto
Tutti i tuoi dischi preferiti e tutti i libri che hai letto
E anche se la mia anima si sente spaccata
Ti rivedrò nei miei sogni
Ti rivedrò nei miei sogni
Quando tutte le nostre estati saranno finite
Ti rivedrò nei miei sogni
Ci incontreremo, vivremo e rideremo di nuovo
Ti rivedrò nei miei sogni, al di là del fiume
Perché la morte non è la fine
E ti rivedrò nei miei sogni
Ti rivedrò nei miei sogni
Quando tutte le nostre estati saranno finite
Ti rivedrò nei miei sogni
Ci incontreremo, vivremo e rideremo di nuovo
Ti rivedrò nei miei sogni, sì al di là del fiume
Perché la morte non è la fine
E ti rivedrò nei miei sogni
Ti rivedrò nei miei sogni
Ti rivedrò nei miei sogni
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marcosanimegf · 16 days ago
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to my love
pairings: jean kirstein x reader
wc: 321
genre: angst (thats literally all i write)
summary: you are a retired scout and jean sends you a letter (for the first time)
A/N: this was written on february 18 but ig they are 138 spoilers now. i listened to call of slience by Hiroyuki Sawano while writing this (i think it brings some extra emotion) ao3 link
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To My Love,
I’ll be frank, I never thought of myself as a good letter writer. Originally, I planned on having one of my comrades write this, but due to the results of the past few days, I want you to get my words. That is, since I can’t say them to you.
The situation here is the reason I thought to write this. I’ll spare you the details but it’s the most dangerous we've ever been in. Some nights, I would selfishly wish for you to be here with me, but knowing that you’re safe within the confines of the walls is enough to set my mind at ease.
I just have three wishes for you, that regard me. The first one, I want you to grieve as much as you can. I understand all of the emotion that you held onto throughout our time together, and if it takes my death for you to let it out, so be it. Just remember that it’ll get better over time.
The second, please do not forget what I look like. It sounds silly, and I apologize, but after being away so long, it’s hard to remember the beauty of your smile. I can dig up everything about your personality, but when it comes to looks, I truly can’t remember a thing. It hurts my heart, and I don’t wish the same for you.
The final one, please don’t forget our memories. Every moment that we spent together was precious, to me at least. I’ve cherished them, not knowing when it’ll be our last. Every laugh, smile, argument, and tear dropped was a moment with you, so it was a good one. I’m thanking myself for protecting you as long as I have, and I’m glad that I could be the one you loved.
I love you more than anything in the world.
This is my final goodbye.
Yours,
Jean K.
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clacclo · 16 days ago
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WBCN-FM January 9, 1973:
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Trenton, NJ November 22, 2005:
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SONG FOR ORPHANS
The multitude assembled and tried to make the noise
Them black blind poet generals
And restless loud white boys
But times grew thin
And the axis grew somehow incomplete
Where instead of child lions we had aging junkie sheep
How many wasted have I seen signed "Hollywood or bust"
They’re left to ride them ever-ghostly Arizona gusts
Cheerleader tramps and kids with big amps
Sounding in the void
High society vamps, ex-heavyweight champs
Mistaking soot for soil
So break me now big Mama
As Old Faithful breaks the day
Believe me, my good Linda, the aurora will shine your way
The confederacy's is in my name now
The hounds are held at bay
The axis needs a stronger arm
Do you feel your muscles playt
Well the doorstep blanket weaver,
Madonna pushes bells from house to house
I see her givin’ last kisses and wishin’ well
To every gypsy mystic hero
That the kids might find a place
Who’ve been lost forever to mom and pop on their weekends
Out in space
Well sons, they search for fathers, but their fathers are all gone
The lost souls search for saviors,
But saviors don't last long
Those nameless questless renegade brats
Who live their lives in songs
They run the length of a candle,
With a goodnight whisper and they're gone
So break me now big Mama
As Old Faithful breaks the day
Believe me, my good Linda, the aurora will shine your way
The confederacy's in my name now, the hounds are held at bay
The axis needs a stronger arm,
Do you feel your muscles play
The missions are filled with hermits,
Looking for a friend
The terraces are filled with cat-men
Just lookin’ for a way in
There’s orphans junked on silver mountains
Lost in celestial alleyways
They wait for that old tramp dog man Moses,
He takes in all the strays
Now don't you grow on empty legends or lonely cradle songs
Billy the Kid was just a bowery boy
Who made his living twirling his guns
The night, she's long and lanky
And she speaks in a mother tongue
She lullabies the refugees with amplifier's hum
So break me now big Mama
As Old Faithful breaks the day
Believe me, my good Linda, the aurora will shine your way
The confederacy's in my name now, the hounds are held at bay
The axis needs a stronger arm,
Do you feel your muscles play
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CANZONE PER GLI ORFANI
La moltitudine si è riunita e ha cercato di fare rumore
I generali poeti neri ciechi
E i ragazzi bianchi rumorosi e irrequieti
Ma il tempo si è assottigliato
E l’asse in qualche modo è diventata incompleta
E anziché leoni bambini avevamo pecore vecchie drogate
Quante anime perse ho visto firmate “Hollywood o morte”
Lasciate a cavalcare le spettrali raffiche dell’Arizona
Cheerleader vagabonde e ragazzini con grandi amplificatori
Che suonano nel vuoto
Vamp dell’alta società ex campioni di pesi massimi
Che scambiano fuliggine per terreno
Quindi fammi a pezzi adesso, Big Mama
Mentre Old Faithful fa sorgere il sole
Credimi, mia buona Linda, l’aurora illuminerà il tuo cammino
La Confederazione è a mio nome ora
I cani sono tenuti a bada
L’asse ha bisogno di un braccio più forte
Senti come lavorano i tuoi muscoli
Bene, la filatrice di coperte è sulla soglia,
Madonna suona campanelli di casa in casa
La vedo dare gli ultimi baci e augurare buona fortuna
A ogni eroe mistico e zingaro
Affinché possano trovare un posto i bambini
Persi per sempre per mamma e papà nei loro fine settimana
Fuori nello spazio
Ebbene, i figli cercano i padri, ma i loro padri non ci sono più
Le anime perdute cercano salvatori,
Ma i salvatori non durano a lungo
Quei mocciosi ribelli senza nome e senza obiettivi
Che vivono le loro vite nelle canzoni
Durano il tempo di una candela,
Con un sussurro della buonanotte e vanno via
Quindi fammi a pezzi adesso, Big Mama,
Mentre Old Faithful fa sorgere il sole
Credimi, mia buona Linda, l’aurora illuminerà il tuo cammino
La Confederazione è a mio nome ora, i cani sono tenuti a bada
L’asse ha bisogno di un braccio più forte,
Senti come lavorano i tuoi muscoli
Le missioni sono piene di eremiti,
Che cercano un amico
Le terrazze sono piene di uomini-gatto
Che cercano il modo di entrare
Ci sono orfani buttati sulle montagne argentate
Persi in viuzze celesti
Aspettano quel vecchio vagabondo di Moses l’uomo dei cani,
Lui raccoglie tutti i randagi
Dunque, non crescere con leggende vuote o solitarie ninne nanne
Billy the Kid era solo un ragazzo capriccioso
Che si guadagnava da vivere roteando le pistole
La notte è lunga e smunta
E parla in una lingua madre
Culla i rifugiati con il ronzio dell’amplificatore
Quindi fammi a pezzi adesso, Big Mama,
Mentre Old Faithful fa sorgere il sole
Credimi, mia buona Linda, l’aurora illuminerà il tuo cammino
La Confederazione è a mio nome ora, i cani sono tenuti a bada
L’asse ha bisogno di un braccio più forte
Senti come lavorano i tuoi muscoli
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itsbrittfool · 25 days ago
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Wednesday March 24,2021
Dear you,
Today I found myself wanting to tell you the news I just learned and how I would love to be in your embrace.
But it’s Wednesday, the middle of the week and you have better things to do than hold me. So I will bottle up my sadness and set it to sea.
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itsbrittfool · 26 days ago
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Tuesday March 23,2021
Dear you,
I find myself thinking about you and how when the rain falls today, I’d do anything to be dancing in it with you.
But it’s Tuesday and you don’t have a clue. So for now I will just pray for you to have peace in your heart.
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itsbrittfool · 27 days ago
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Monday March 22,2021
Dear you,
Today is Monday and I found myself replaying our texts over and over in my head, wishing I could ask you to go do something together.
But it’s just Monday and I’m afraid you’ll say no. So I’ll sit here with my thoughts wishing I could ask.
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itsbrittfool · 29 days ago
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Saturday March 20,2020
Dear you,
Today I decided to ask if you’re free. I triple texted you and now I’m wondering if you’ll even reply.
But let’s be honest, it’s a Saturday night and you’ll be with your friends while I sit and read at home.
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Shattered
The feeling of pieces breaking but you’re not sure if it was ever whole. You see it shatter but don’t know if you could put it back. See the problem was it was broken quite a lot before so each piece was difficult to fix again. She was fragile but no one ever handled her with care until him. She felt important and love never thinking he would break her too. She was for once relaxed and happy thinking she was able to be on the top shelf. Like everyone did before he dropped and broke her. Yet this time she didn’t break, she shattered into a million pieces not quite knowing how to be put back together. She stayed there still loving him never knowing how to be whole again…
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spooky-ghost-chick · a month ago
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i think we need to modify our compromise;
ive been feeling down here and there;
sometimes i just need a hug;
is there any circumstance where i can occasionally ask for a hug or you to lay on me;
because i know youre going through a hard time;
and i expect nothing from you;
and im fine with where we are;
but you're my best friend;
and i cant survive feeling like i cant go to you in any capacity;
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veled-akarnek · a month ago
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Részlet egy levélből, amit soha nem küldök el neked
"Aggódom érted, és egyúttal magamért, mert túlságosan aggodalomkeltő az érted való aggódás."
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memoryslandscape · a month ago
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Where do we go when we die? Maybe we go nowhere . . . or maybe everywhere. Maybe our soul resides in the ether, in the starless part of the sky and resonates outward like a stone dropped into a still lake whose circles are the lives of people we’ve touched over the course of our lives. No one knows where or how far their soul may sound, may travel. Or maybe it’s all just bones, dirt, clay and turtles all the way down. I don’t know. But I’ve grieved at the thought of never seeing some of those I’ve loved and lost again. But those passed never completely disappear. We see them on familiar streets in empty clubs . . . and in late nights of long ago. They move in shadow, glimpsed only from the corner of our eyes. We see them in our dreams.
Bruce Springsteen, from the film Letter to You (Apple TV, 2020)
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pretzelogic1 · a month ago
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I’m a little behind but “Letter to You” is nothing short of a masterpiece.
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