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I wish I could say the things I want to say to you, but instead, I'm writing them down. Maybe someday I find the courage to release them.
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ledenews · 7 months
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pieceoplastic · 5 months
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An Open Letter to our Anarchist, Socialist and Radical Leftist Comrades
Our small radical communal care group for chronically ill/disabled people and their carers has written an open letter to our comrades: “Dear comrades We think you may have forgotten about us. Or at the very least you are trying to. The new normal in society at large excludes a number of people, among them some of your comrades: us. Need we remind you, that disabled and chronically ill people can…
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Dear reader,
This is my first post. I felt this compelling force telling me that I should writte this, that I should do this, that I should get it off my chest.
This force also tells me, that although I feel alone, I'm not, but I'm so tired of feeling like it, so I created this, because I know in my soul that I'm not the only one feeling this.
I don't know who is going to read my words, but I hope, they bring you whatever you need, and that if you need to talk, you reach out to me, to others, because I want this to be a safe space, for everyone who needs it.
I want you to be warned, that my posts will contain triggers, because this will be my way to put all that I've been holding with me, but I hope you understand, I have no else in this life, I'm all alone, and I hope one day I will not.
Love,
Giih
(sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language)
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goldmountaingames · 1 year
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Hello, everyone. It’s Rob here. I'm the Executive Director of Gold Mountain Games and I wanted to write this post personally. As I am sure you are aware, Wizards of the Coast is changing the Open Game License, and although the final version has not been released yet, it is clear that the outcome is not going to be good. Many small production companies like GMG are going to find it impossible to keep creating content for 5E under these new rules, and sadly many will cease to exist.
Gold Mountain Games will not be one of those: we have a plan to move us forward, and this involves many steps. We will be stopping our Kickstarter and stream and releasing some of our 5E content for free in the coming weeks. From there, we will be giving more content to support this through our Patreon. This will include some of the art, cities, lore, and music to accompany the mechanics in the free release.
The next step is for us to find a new system to write our world in. We have several options for this, and are also considering writing our own system. Ultimately we will be making the decision that best suits our setting and provides you, the players, with the best experience.
So please, keep an eye out on our social media for updates, and back the Patreon to keep getting access to The Saltreach Isles!
Rob
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fernforward · 2 years
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Letter to Ember №2
Letter to Ember №2
Ember, My beautiful bright boy is here! From womb to world. In a blink, already two months old. Last night you were nestled in my forearms, looking up at me with the most smiley eyes. You have these purposeful blinks, I just melt. You and your big sister defy the limits of my capacity to love everyday (when will it not blow me away that it’s limitless?!) I wanna dive straight into how you…
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ivygorgon · 1 day
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An open letter to the U.S. House of Representatives
Vote NO on the TikTok ban bill!
1,465 so far! Help us get to 2,000 signers!
I understand that the House Energy and Commerce Committee just passed a bipartisan bill, the Protecting Americans from Foreign Adversary Controlled Applications Act, that could ban TikTok in the US by allowing the President to designate it as a national security threat. I oppose this bill. It’s absurd to target one social media platform when foreign governments are active on all of our social media networks and in one of our major political parties. If Congress really cares about adversarial countries influencing and spying on our citizens it should immediately pass strong internet privacy protections. Then it should launch investigations into the Republican members of Congress who’ve spent years spreading Russian disinformation to win elections and also aiding and abetting Vladimir Putin. Will they do that? Thanks.
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jane-does-ramblings · 3 months
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open letter to the previous lover
I live to see
your life through a screen 
the shimmering sheen
of beauty untouched 
alice my dear
its beautiful here
but its nothing like you
and the way that you look 
you loved him i know 
and im letting it go 
but its hard not to look
at you and see
every pain
and every pinch
every inch
of you i cant be 
its hard to be living
and eating and dying
and i see you
im crying 
at all that you are
theres no one like alice 
the way you have status
owning my psyche 
is quite bizarre
i was the other
while being the lover 
ill never be
in the place that you were
but really im happy 
you dont even know me 
you cant even tell 
youre my wish on a star
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dumbwa-sian · 5 months
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Open Letter to you
Dear you,
I told you how many times I loved 'Gone with the Wind' and to my surprise when I met you you knew everything I was talking about when reliving my favorite movie of all time and how deeply I lived my life trying to be like Scarlett as a strong independent woman and would settle for no one less than a man like Rhett. You knew this and although I played it cool, you snuck your way into my heart and broke down my walls, making me truly love you from the deepest parts of my heart, sharing my darkest and brightest thoughts. Through trials and tribulations you happily supported me when I didn't even know I need it. I grew to love you deeper and let my guard down to not only you but others. I truly thought you were my Rhett Buttler and that this was the happy ending the two deserved. The ultimate power couple, the couple people aspire to be, the one that makes people believe in true love again.
But obviously I was wrong.
I really and honestly thought that through more trials and tribulations we would find a way to figure everything out and make it through the storm as Scarlett and Rhett would. But somewhere along the way you let go of my hand and replaced it with a dummy, happily stringing me along, making me believe you still cared and loved me the same way I did you.
I am not one to believe in hope, in fact as you'd know I am an not an optimist but started to become one through your bright personality. So I believed in hope and put faith in the universe and us, believing everything really would be okay. Through the past year I had no lack of suitors asking for a moment of my time, in fact they came and tirelessly tried to woo me despite their futile attempts. Some may have been genuinely nice men, but my heart belonged to you and only you, every broken, cracked, scared, bruised part of it. It was yours and you accepted it. You knew how hard it was for me to do that. So why would you string me along and lead me towards a dead end?
I told myself all this time, "I swear I did everything right" and blamed myself for my short comings and yours. I won't say I sacrificed a lot for you but opportunities to fight harder for things that may have been better for me because I believed it was right were sacrificed. For this the blame falls on me and me alone.
Let me be frank, I am not blaming you for my mistakes but simply asking why you felt it appropriate to toy with my feelings for months the way you did.
At this point I realized you were not my Rhett but in fact Ashley. I even to quote Scarlett. "tell me you love me, I'll live off it for the rest of my life." I truly was willing to believe that. But after a conversation with your closest friend I realized you in fact were neither Rhett nor Ashley and I was not Scarlett. In fact you were Hamilton and I Eliza. A convenience for you.
Maybe like Hamilton, maybe you did at one point love me, or maybe you didn't. But kept me at an arms length so that you'd have someone to comfort you when you deemed it convenient for you. Regardless, like Eliza my blood and heart broke when I found this out. I want to burn the memories and times we spent together, scream in your face and make you feel a fraction of how I feel. But I know it'd do me no good. Maybe thats why I'm writing this letter that will never reach you. Instead I'm screaming into the endless void of the internet for some reason, hoping to maybe ease the pain.
I want to take the high road, don't get me wrong, but a part of my mental unstable persona is screaming at me to throw reason aside and do unspeakable things all in the name of revenge. Instead I will attempt to take as high a road as I can, but you know me. I can't and won't.
You were my safe person. I felt like whatever I troubles I had you'd be there for me and supported me 100% unconditionally. I don't even receive the same treatment from my family, how laughable. I spent the entirety of my life believing this would never happen to me, that I would never truly feel safe and accepted by another, yet you made me feel that way, despite my efforts to keep you away. Maybe you love the game rather than me.
So tell me, how do you think it felt to lose it all? To no longer live life but instead go back to struggling to survive after getting a taste of how sweet and colorful life is supposed to be. All I've ever wanted is simply to survive and not have to scour and forage for connection and acceptance.
How do you think it feels to lose the only person I ever felt safe with and go back to keeping to myself and constantly having to be suspicious and cautious around people? You say you still care, yet show no sign of doing so. After the strength it took for me to come and voice my feelings to you multiple times you yelled in my face and blamed me for my feelings.
At that moment I knew it was truly over and when I could feel the ground beneath me start to crumble. When I said I was on the edge, I didn't lie. I'm standing on the edge, watching the waves crash below me and feeling every particle of dirt slowly fall there. I don't know where else to go but to run away.
Running away may be the best decision I've ever made for myself, or be the straw on the camels back. Either way, I'm lost and searching for answers, answers you refuse to give me since you obviously only see myself and my feelings as a toy to play with when your drunk. It hurts more to know that your best friend repeatedly told you how morbid and disgusting your actions were yet chose to let those words fall on deaf ears. If you valued me as a human, much less your friend, why would you behave in such a way?
I write this with tears threatening to leave, yet my heart filled with both love and fury for you. I want to say I wish you well but I'm not that good of a person. But I am not bad enough to wish you the worst. I'm conflicted on how to say goodbye to you and our memories, the photo in my wallet that follows me around, the videos on my phone, the memories that live in my heart and my dreams. I do love you, even still I do.
Somewhere your optimism has infected me and I'm hoping this is a nightmare or some cruel joke and you'll apologize with lilies like you did on valentines day, that you'll hold me in your arms and kiss me, telling me you've been an idiot and look at me as if I'm the only thing that matters, like you used to. Somewhere I'm hoping it happens.
But it won't, wont it?
so goodbye, thanks for at least pretending with me.
-from me.
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usnewsper-politics · 5 months
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Columbia University President Criticized for Taking Sides in Israel-Hamas Conflict: Open Letter Sparks Debate #ColumbiaUniversitypresident #IsraelHamasconflict #JosephMassad #LeeBollinger #openletter
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presexpre · 7 months
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Letters and Statements: Lie against the country
Nonetheless, Hundreds of Nobel laureates have sent a veiled threatening message to the Prime Minister of Bangladesh through letters expressing concern about the case against Dr. Muhammad Yunus. Along with asking for the pending lawsuit against him to be put on hold...
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ledenews · 1 month
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channelingstore · 8 months
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AN OPEN LETTER TO THE WOMAN I WANT | Click The Link To Find Out More https://bit.ly/3rBRkGC
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Dear reader,
Hey, it's me again, I know it's been a while now, but this was scary, I was never free to use my voice.
I'm trying to be free again, to be me again.
Everyday is different, some days I feel just fine, and in others I really don't have the strengh to get out of bed, and just now I realize that for someone who was in my situation for so long, this is kind of normal, as long as I keep reminding me that every day ends, and the sun will rise again in the morning.
And don't worry, I'm in therapy, in fact I really love to go to my psychologist and just let it all out, another fact? I'm also a psychologist!
And before you guys go "WHAT? THIS GIRL HAS SO MANY PROBLEMS AND IS A PSYCHOLOGIST?" I just wanted to say we psychologist sometimes have so many problems, some of actually enter the course trying to figure it out our heads and the people around us, to understand a little better why we are the way we are, and then we just wanna help people to understand theirselves too, like us.
I have, anxiety, a very challenging one, my anxiety can cause anxiety attack, panic attacks, can trigger my eating desorder, can trigger my skin demartite, among other things. My anxiety attacks are mild, but some of my panic attacks can be pretty bad. And due to a lot of things I have some symptoms of PTSD.
Like I said some days can be really bad, because on top of that we all have to deal with the demands of our society, as woman, my weight, my skin, my lack of girlfriend/boyfriend, if I wear makeup or not, to much or to little, the lenght of my skirt or shorts, or my clevage, and as a girl who is fat, and no, fat is not bad word to me anymore, I'm fat, I'm a big girl, I just don't care anymore, I prefer to use it myself to let others use it to diminish me, and I'm happy in my decision, the problem is that people some times play dirty. Like when you're feeling good in a dress that is more tight, they say something to make you feel uncomfortable, like "I would ashamed if my belly would be like that" or "This dress is not really for your body type" and so much worse.
As a fat girl, trying to build my self esteem, I can tell you guys it's freaking hard, this world and our society really don't want women to be healthy, and I mean, physically, mentally, spiritually, in any way possible. I have heard that I'm not loveable in the eyes of a man because I'm fat, that I'm not desirable because I'm fat, that no man or woman would fall in love with me because I'm just not that pretty because I'm fat, that my thin friends no matter what they would use they would look better than me, because...I'm fat, you guessed correctly, that I'm not sexy, that my face is so pretty it's just sad that my body it's not a match (Many came from my wonderfull parents). I could go on, but I guess you guys get my point.
I'm not even going to enter the maternity stuff, I'm 26 and I had 1 boyfriend who was awful, really bad, really toxic, for another post kind story, and everyone asks me about boyfriends, girlfriends, getting kids and this kind of stuff, but, hey guys I'm single!
Don't get me wrong, I have this dream, some can called it childish, of love, I would absolutelly love to meet someone, to fall in love, to get married, and maybe have kids, I believe in finding THE ONE, and soulmates, and happilly ever after, to live this love that sweeps you out of your feet, I believe it so much, that I made a playlist on spotify for the future THE ONE in my life to explain how I feel about them, and again I don't believe that life is always like this, I believe we can build romance, and be romantic. I just never found this for me. And I want this in my time, because I found the right person, not because society wants me.
But is not fair to lie to you guys either, altough, yes I'm building my self esteem and I'm in therapy, and also more comfortable on my own skin, I also hate myself somedays, I also hate the mirror somedays and I'm really unhappy with my body somedays.
I cry, I scream, I look at myself and it hurts, and with therapy and feel that I can be loved by my friends and my aunt, but I don't feel that I can be loved like a woman, I don't feel loveable, desirable, I feel like I am meant to be alone, because nobody can love me, that I'm not worth it, that I'm not good enough, and it pains me so much because all I trully want it's to feel love like this, to love someone and to be loved back.
Again its like I said, everyday is a battle, and I'm trying so hard to win this one, to feel like a deserve love and to be loved, that I'm worth it, I know that this pain comes not only from the comments about my body, but also from the situations that my parents put me in, the things they told me my hole life, like, how I was a bad child, how I trapped them, how they left me alone in the cold, without care and food, how they used me against one another, like a toy, like pawn in their saddistic games, how they use to beat me, and make me correct their wrongs, or how they used to fight and I had to get in between them, how they used me in their divorce, going to the court house and the police, and asking me to choose a side, making me talk to lawyers, and making me do corps delicti, making me lie, and recording our conversations to show one another or in court, kidnapping me, I can say I'm not afraid of hell, because I lived it in my own house, with my parents.
I have hope, that one day I find the strengh in myself to believe again that I'm worth it of love, of happiness, I hope that in this day I really can find this love I dream about. I really hope that I can win this war, and feel the wonders and the downfalls of falling in love,
Love,
Giih.
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imsickoftheseadults · 11 months
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MY OPEN LETTER
I’m afraid, like really afraid
I’m afraid of people, 
of my parents, 
of my friends, 
of my grades, 
of not going to the college
I’m afraid in not being the person that everyone “knows” that I’m going to become
I’m afraid of everyone knowing my true collours 
Knowing that the true me is a bitch that don’t cares to none but herself 
Knowing that I am a bad child 
A bad student 
A bad person 
But still I want to prove the otherwise, 
I want to reach every single expectetipns that everybody put on me 
I want to be perfect just like my older sibling
I want to be perfect as they 
I want my parents to be proud of me 
I want to be proud of myself
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justankitjha · 1 year
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Open letter & this view ✨ . . . . . @justankitjha . . . . . #talhaanjum #openletter #asthetic #asthetic #view #explorepage #foryoupage #citycenter #rajasthan (at Kishangarh, Rajasthan) https://www.instagram.com/p/Co1abkoP_hU/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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