Today marks the day the world was blessed with your existence. Aside from being pretty, funny, and very down to earth, she is also one of most genuine person i know. Hugs that feels so calming and peaceful, words that have healed me countless times, humour that makes everyone in the room laugh and the smile, the JOY you bring to everyone around you. I wish you could see yourself from my pov and see how you make the world a better place for so many people just by simply being you bubs. Thank you for being that comfort. That safe space. Not just mine but to all the people around you. Whenever life feels steep and feels like there’s nobody else, there was you. I can’t imagine life without a piece of JOY. We are truly blessed to have as pure and kind-hearted as you. You deserve all the best things life could give. I’ll always support and stand beside you through the tears, the laughter, the pain and in every battle. Our lives isn’t as glamorous as hs anymore, We may not hang out/ talk as often anymore but it doesn’t mean you can’t come up to me or the girls anymore. Just know that i’ll always be here for you. We’re always here for you! No matter what!! I know we’re already at that age where pressure takes in but just be gentle with yourself. One step at a time. “Malayo pa, pero malayo na” and im so proud of you. Just keep going. Until you reach those dreams, im just here pushing your back and lend a hand when it falls. Life can be tough, but you’re tougher uy! Haha i love you!! Happy birthday bub! i hope you feel all the love in the entire world today!
love,
yana
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You are Invited | I once imagined my first love would unfold like a scene from a romantic film, filled with fantasy and grand gestures, culminating in a dramatic, epic conclusion. However, when it came to us, my experience was far from my daydreams. Initially, my feelings for you were subtle, barely noticeable. But as time passed, those feelings grew, slowly but surely, until one day, my world was completely intertwined with yours. It wasn't the exhilarating kind of love I had envisioned; rather, it was a profound connection that filled me with both awe and fear, realizing how much influence you had over me.
I had always wished for love to behave in a certain manner, to be under my control. Yet, true love taught me a valuable lesson: the importance of letting go, accepting that I cannot control others. Every moment became a test of my willpower, struggling to communicate with the one person I yearned for. I had to muster every bit of strength I possessed to understand that you were like an addiction to me, one I needed to overcome.
The first time our paths crossed, I would have confidently bet against any form of connection between us. But now, your presence has a way of affecting me, regardless of time or place. When you touched me, it was as if every part of me ignited with an intensity I had never known, a passion and chemistry so powerful, I never wanted it to end. The challenges you put me through were difficult, yet they shaped me in ways I now see as necessary.
People often ask if I regret the time spent with you. My response has always been consistent: you were a blessing in disguise, teaching me about a love not of sweetness or purity, but of an intoxicating, all-consuming nature. So, no, I harbor no regrets. In fact, I consider myself fortunate to have encountered such a profound love so early in my life.
I used to jokingly say that of all the people I could choose, I chose the "psycho". But upon reflection, I realize that's not who you are. You're complicated, carrying layers of trauma, pain, and depth that I naively thought I could peel away, layer by layer. This endeavor stopped abruptly at a formidable barrier, a wall I hoped you might lower with a gentle request. Yet, I've come to understand that perhaps you don't know how, that maybe you've never been truly open or vulnerable with anyone before. I wished to be the one to witness your growth, to support you through it, but growth cannot be hurried.
This journey with you has been a profound lesson in love, in its most raw and unfiltered form. It has taught me patience, understanding, and the true meaning of unconditional love. While I may not be able to break down your walls or change your path, I hold onto the hope that one day, you'll find your way to being truly open, not just with me, but with yourself. I once imagined my first love... |
My dearest Rachel,
It's hard to know where to begin with these kinds of things, so the best place to start is with a weird fact.
Did you know, a squirrel spends 90% of its time seeking an acorn? It dedicates hours of its time, energy and instinct to find that acorn.. and then the moment happens.. it finally gets its paws on the acorn- desperate to make sure its search wasn't a waste it buries the acorn. Want to know the craziest part? It forgets where it buried the acorn 2 seconds after... and begins searching for a new one. Silly right? But unknown to the squirrel its responsible for planting an entire forest in its lifetime.
Rachel, you have no idea how many acorns you have planted and how forests you have cultivated. With your time, energy and dedication you have impacted all of our lives for the better.
From charitable contributions to mentorship there is no end to your ability to give.
There is no way I can truly pay you back for all you have done- so I commit to paying it forward and plant a tree in the ever growing forest of Rachel.
This is a farewell from "work Hassan" but a see you very soon from your friend.
To the girl who's heart is bigger than her brain, Thank you.
Sincerely,
Hassan Ali
My dearest Rachel,
It's... | Dear Sadie Virginia,
It has been approximately 720,000 minutes since our first meeting on the 4th of July, 2022 at Herrington Lake in Lancaster, Kentucky. In that time, much has transpired in our adventure, both lovely and hard. I would like to take a moment to first consider the introduction to the story.
On that 4th of July, I was not looking for a lover at the time. I was, however, eager to impress anyone who came to the house, especially any women. I wore a tank top to showcase my build, cooking on the grill to demonstrate a masculine servitude of guests, sunglasses to hide any weakness of the eyes, and music to create a charming aura of a self-sufficient man who need not anything but the work in front of him. The strong, mysterious, silent type, a fit man with bronze skin and dark hair, that externally is all about brawn and work of the hands, but with a smile occasionally and intelligent words spoken to surprise people with a bit of levity and intrigue. A character that possesses the attributes of the handsome warrior like Joseph or David, yet underneath also the wisdom and depth of an artist and thinker like Daniel or Solomon. It is a character that I have had practice creating, and I know that in the right circumstances tends to work on my intended audiences. Perhaps this is a side of me I have not talked in length before, but it is one that exists that I use when I want to charm people in a variety of social circles. Call it a bit of my intrinsic acting at play.
While feeling as though I was accomplishing my mission well talking to our guests, I went out on the lake after cooking and serving the apple cider chicken thighs I had made. People were already out in the water playing, laying on floats and enjoying the summer air. I did notice a woman I had not met yet, one who had an attractive, and might I be able to say, a curvaceous figure that I had a hard time hiding my gaze. The sunglasses certainly aided me. I knew my target was to impress this woman the most, whoever she was. I know this sounds like a very disagreeable man, given the context of who I was dating at the time. To be fair, this was close to me breaking up with Molly, and I think I knew deep down that she was not what I wanted. In any case, I simply was keeping my options open for the future and just curious to start a flirtatious play, as any young man would probably do. I did not approach her directly, as that would be far too obvious or strange. Therefore, I waited patiently, seeming as though I had no direct purpose to my actions. But none of my actions are without purpose when there is something I am looking for. There was an opportunity when my parents decided to take a mini excursion on the boat. This woman decided to join the crew, and so I naturally found my way on board as well. I also desired a leisurely ride on the lake, my intentions were not strictly libidinous I assure you.
I enjoyed the boat ride, with my sunglasses allowing me to take a few glances at this woman and her legs, while staying in character. At some point, one of the crew members went overboard, and I had an opportunity to dive in and swim out to save this victim. I decided against it, as that too would be too pompous and exaggerated. I would later regret this, it would have certainly accentuated my abilities more. As we returned to the dock, I thought it would be fun to jump off the boat. This woman also decided to jump in with me. A victory to be sure. We both jumped off the boat, and swam to the dock, with her speed being overshadowed by mine, naturally. The afternoon was a delight and I had a splendid time. After going back inside the house, I ate a bit, and rested on the couch a bit, talked to the scary man with the fishing line and a cigar in mouth whom I did not understand, and enjoyed the rest of the occasion. With the ice organically broken, I saw it fit to talk to this woman a bit more. Her name was Sadie, she worked at Asbury Seminary, had a masters in divinity, clearly an intelligent individual. She had very light eyes that seemed to be perpetually laughing, a wide beautiful smile, brown wavy curls that rested on her shoulders, and a loud and hearty chuckle of genuine fun. I learned she sings, which added numerous points on her behalf. After helping her carry a jug of iced tea to the car she was driving in, I said goodbye, and resumed the rest of my day. Though I did keep her in mind for future reference. For some reason, I thought she was someone I should keep in mind, whether it be for friendship or something else later. However, she was five and a half years older than me. So not something I would act on yet.
Later that year in August, I would return to Kentucky, having broken up with my previous partner, Molly. I ended things with her given I did not believe she could understand me, and due to my lack of sexual attraction to her. I left that relationship feeling confident in my decision, confidently closing that chapter. Sometime during my August stay, I get a notification that it is Sadie’s birthday. Now again, my decision to reach out might be considered disagreeable to some, as it may seem like I was quick to find a new partner. I would be lying if I said I was not eager to find someone else new, but I also sought to build a friendship with someone who I thought was quite interesting. I knew very few people in Kentucky, and, of course, it would be polite to wish someone a happy birthday. I sent a message, greeting her with a happy birthday and wishing her a celebratory day. I do not exactly remember the specific conversations that followed, but what I do remember is that I found creative tactics to keep conversations alive. Enough to invite her and our mutual friends, the Clours, to come back to Herrington Lake for another lake house adventure. I again donned my character, but tweaking it by adding a bit more levity and playfulness to the mix. I was pleased with the trajectory I was engineering for a possibility of me and Sadie. We were on schedule.
A few days later, I would be again at the Clours’ house, waiting for Sadie to arrive. I spoke with the Clours, asked them how they met, their story, etc. I do not recall the exact words spoken, but I do remember Alison asking me about the status of my romantic life. I told her I was not with anyone, but that I was biding my time, letting events unfold and see what the future has in store. Being patient and casual with letting love awaken. I asked both Alison and Christian casually what places nearby were conducive to a nice social outing, either with friends or good date places they themselves found special. They were good sources of information. However, what I do remember clearly is that as we spoke with words, our eyes were having a different conversation. “Are you single?” Alison’s eyes probed playfully. “No, I am not with anyone. But you know who I am after.” I replied with mine. “I know. Are you trying to start something with her right now?” her irises whispered. “I am not sure. But I seek whatever information you can provide me on my target, and information regarding places nearby for dates for future planning” I replied with mine. “I can give you all the information you need. Do not worry” her pupils reassured. “Wonderful. I am glad we understand each other” I replied with mine. To be honest, I have no idea if Christian was following this, but I am sure he suspected something. He is a smart man.
Later, you arrived, we played Mario Party, which was a scam because I should have won, and we said goodbye. I drove home, and hit an opossum on the way. I informed you of this casualty via imessage, and we had a conversation about what I called the Fred-Olivia effect. Otherwise known as quantum-entanglement. We had begun to talk about this due to the nature of how our lives seemed to slightly mirror each other. Both having broken up with our partners, seeking more out of our futures, and plagued by past experiences. Very in spirit with the C.S. Lewis quote “In friendship...we think we have chosen our peers. In reality a few years' difference in the dates of our births, a few more miles between certain houses, the choice of one university instead of another...the accident of a topic being raised or not raised at a first meeting--any of these chances might have kept us apart. But, for a Christian, there are, strictly speaking no chances. A secret master of ceremonies has been at work. Christ, who said to the disciples, "Ye have not chosen me, but I have chosen you," can truly say to every group of Christian friends, "Ye have not chosen one another but I have chosen you for one another." The friendship is not a reward for our discriminating and good taste in finding one another out. It is the instrument by which God reveals to each of us the beauties of others.” I honestly wish we had a record of that conversation, but I think since receiving a new phone, it is lost.
I am taking you on a long prologue because I think it is important to remember where our story starts. It started with friendship. Of course, there was romantic attraction, and I do think it is important for you to realize that I was very deliberate in my courting of you. I wanted you. I knew I was interested in you, and I planned out my steps to achieve what I wanted. I orchestrated a good first impression, a follow-up, information extraction, and subsequent execution. I again do believe I would make an excellent assassin or covert operative. But I think at the core of it all, we started with friendship. Those late night conversations over the phone when I returned to Boston, getting to know you as a person. A friendship was being built. And I believe this is what has allowed us to endure thus far. The chaos of my life and the battle against whatever forces plague my past, present, and future that will forever swear to limit my capacity to live until my death, in combination with the turbulence of you beginning your own hero’s journey in Boston pursuing a destiny that you are carving out for yourself decoupled from the needs of others. When I take a step backwards, I remember that a story is being written. Our stories, mine and yours. I always would think my story is my own. But what we gather from what Dr. Lewis stated so eloquently is that my story has intersected with yours. Our chapters are being interwoven like strands of fabric, dancing around each other like the DNA helices that write the story of our biology. Our interwoven strand joins with some many others, leading to the eventual final tapestry. A tapestry that we do not know what the image is yet. One that belongs to the God of stories. A being at the center of all existence weaving the story, like Loki in the space at the end of time creating Yggdrasil, the world tree. And the bond that keeps our stories connected is friendship. And we cannot forget that friendship itself is one of the four loves, philia. Friendship is what binds me to you Sadie, it is the love that keeps us alive. And I am so proud of what we have, a relationship that is founded upon a principle of companionship and strength of bond beyond simply the physical. I love what we have, and I do not want to ever be rid of it.
I know we still have our struggles for our relationship. I have to confess that at times I am sad that our introduction to our story was not as wrapped in ethereal eros as I might have liked. I wish I could say that when I saw you at the lake, time ceased its reign, the wavelengths in the sunlight impossibly frozen in place around you, and the only sound to be heard was the rush of my breath as I walked to you. I wish I could say that our meeting was the most magical occurrence to ever grace my senses, an experience beyond space and time and reality. But I would be a liar if I ever claimed such a thing. I would be a liar if I said I didn’t wish for more magical moments with you that transcend all fathomability, a scene from a film or a book being written into reality. I would be a liar if I said you were the only woman I have ever been physically attracted to, the only woman who occupies my thoughts at all times. I would be a liar if I said that I do not sometimes wish for more electrifying moments between us, dancing underneath the moonlight at the beach, you in a light dress that gently hugs the traces of your beautiful curves, us swimming out in the ocean in each others arms, us dancing in the middle of a ballroom of a castle under a chandelier.
I realize how foolish it is of me to desire such things that are very blatantly unrealistic, so dramatic, so ignorant of how the human mind and lived experience is. But as you know, I for some reason crave purity, I want you to be the sole occupant of my thoughts at all times, I want to have magic with you Sadie. I desire that with all my heart. I want to treat you as a queen or a princess, us as royalty, lovers, adventurers, walking around a beautiful scenery and exploring the vista without a plan in mind, just guided by our emotions. This is not to say we have not had this. And now that you are in Boston, we can have this. I simply am communicating a few points: that I am sorry that I am so wretched of a man so as to not have you always as my main subject in mind, that I am not pure enough to completely withhold my primal urges from acting out in mind and thought towards other women, I abhor this about my human experience as a man; And furthermore, that I desire with all my being to grow with you and give you all the love, both philia and eros, that I can give to you. I desire you and I want you. I cannot tell you how much I love the size of your hips, the curves and roundness of your lower body, the shape of your belly, your rosy cheeks, your smile, your wavy hair, and your green (blue?) eyes. And as I have thought about it more, I love seeing you in more flattering clothing, clothing that hugs your lower body more tightly, my mind goes insane when I see a tease of your belly showing from a shorter shirt. The idea of you in a silk dress or some other dress that teases the shape of your body makes me excited. I simply love how you look, and I never have enough of it. As your partner, I am compelled to support you in whatever fitness decisions you take. However, just know that the more curves, the more weight to showcase your shape, the more of you I can grab and cuddle with, my desire for you would not diminish but grow. I am trying to be explicit about my desire for you as you have requested of me.
Sadie, I adore and love you. I desire you, when I am with you, I feel peace. I sleep easier when you are around. I feel known when I am with you. I feel you know me more than others would ever care to. I love your ability to befriend the homeless without shame, I love your ability to find enjoyment in whacky ordinary things, I love your intelligent mind and ability to engage in theological discussion, I love your desire to help people’s needs, I love your family, and I love the beginning of your hero’s journey at Harvard. I am proud of you and so thrilled that you are seeking out your destiny as a leader amongst God’s chosen. I love that I want to be a professor, fighting for God in the middle of Mordor trying to help people of the world know God’s light in higher education, and that you want to fight for God trying to help people of God’s church be strengthened by God’s light. I picture us back to back against hordes of orcs, demons, and monsters, me adorned with the armor of God fixed in the image of the culture of my indigenous ancestors with depictions of Christ as instead of Kukulkan, a macuahuitl in one hand, a Spanish rapier in the other, and a headdress of gold and feathers, and you plated with… well whatever you see fit, I cannot choose for you.
Happy new year my love. I love you so very much, and I am dedicated to us. Thank you for fighting with me. There is no one else I’d rather be fighting alongside with.
As a small token to my lady, I ask that you look upon your nightstand. I give to you my heart, broken, cracked, molded. It is not much, but adorned with gold, perhaps it is of some value. I am sorry my heart is defective, but at least maybe there is a chance of it being of worth to someone. This piece is a symbol of our perseverance through hardship, a remembrance of the hardships that are to come, and the brokenness we carry. But perhaps our struggles will shine like gold sunlight at the top of the mountain we climb.
Con todo mi amor,
Sam Dear Sadie Virginia,
It... |
Stor Ulv
You are the grace of true beauty in this world. See through my eyes. Taken by hands untouched, your own, a gifted story. Fallen grace, our worlds once apart, collided in a frozen storm. I wish for your tale-ridden hands to hold me until we are but small subtle snowflakes, someone’s winter miracle. The grace of true beauty in this poisoned air. Let me breathe you in our entirety.
~ Din lille fugl
Stor Ulv
You are the grace... | Thank you for your letter. Because of the large volume of mail I receive,I am unable to write personal responses. Nevertheless, know that I read and save every letter, with the hope of one day being able to give each the proper response it deserves. Until that day,
Most Sincerely,
Stephen Hawking Thank you for your letter... |
The City Gazette St. George's Dorchester, Charleston, SC, US 6/7/1797
TAKEN up, and brought to the Work-House, a NEGRO BOY, who says his
name is ASKO, or GLASGOW; that he belongs to Mr. FULLER, living about
7 miles from town ; Guinea born, has a scar on his forehead apparently
done with a knife, very much marked on his back with a whip, speaks bad
English, about 10 years of age, 4 feet 2 inches high. A. Seixas, Master.
June 7.
Runaway Slave | November 11, 1966
Tyler Cunningham
MCI Concord
965 Elm Street
Concord MA 01742
Dear Tyler,
We are suckers.
Also, we want you for our Army or whatever.
Sincerely,
The Government November 11, 1966
Tyler... |
"My Last Letter" to Matz...
all the love, all the warmth, all the safety I felt eith you made me realize what "love" really feels like. This short amount of time felt so real and so profound, it made me grow so much as a person, yet a "goodbye" hurts in ways I'd have never wished to experience. I think my feelings for you should be clear after the last letter you've recieved. If your feelings towards me someohow grow more appearant, a feeling of missing "us" comes to your mind...your heart, please don't hesitate!
Maybe another day, another months, year or life shall our hearts meet again and match their rythms...
yours dearly Davide <3 "My Last Letter" to Matzall... | sharing myself again, scary cos i never thought.
who knew what damage a couple of serial heartbreaks could do to you, who knew the number of doubts you'd feel about yourself meeting and mixing up with the wrong people. pea pea peaaaaa
grateful for today, grateful for all the lessons and experiences, more importantly, grateful for you. I wish my life came smooth and easy. It's never been, but you make it worth it.
i love you and thanks for redirecting me, and thank you for saving me. I'm here to make sure you never get lost.. i may not know the road but I'd never let you walk alone..
i'd be here if you ever get scared and you need a place to feel home again. no matter what phase you popping into. i'm here to see you through it ,, i'd be here when you call, in your thoughts and in your arms whenever we get the chance, whenever you want. i'd be whoever you need at any moment. shit could get hard but never us...
never dying, never fading.
sharing myself again, scary... |
sharing myself again, scary cos i never thought.
who knew what damage a couple of serial heartbreaks could do to you, who knew the number of doubts you'd feel about yourself meeting and mixing up with the wrong people. pea pea peaaaaa
grateful for today, grateful for all the lessons and experiences, more importantly, grateful for you. I wish my life came smooth and easy. It's never been, but you make it worth it.
i love you and thanks for redirecting me, and thank you for saving me. I'm here to make sure you never get lost.. i may not know the road but I'd never let you walk alone..
i'd be here if you ever get scared and you need a place to feel home again. no matter what phase you popping into. i'm here to see you through it ,, i'd be here when you call, in your thoughts and in your arms whenever we get the chance, whenever you want. i'd be whoever you need at any moment. shit could get hard but never us...
never dying, never fading.
sophie | From your soulmate - jezal |
My Oliver,
I pen these words with a heavy heart, as the torment of our parting weighs upon me like an eternal curse. Our time together, filled with teasing banter and tender moments, will forever be etched in the depths of my undead soul.
Oh, how I longed for us to walk the shadowy paths of Barovia together, side by side, for all eternity. My desire to grant you the gift of vampirism, to share in the darkness of the night, was an offer I believed you would willingly accept. But your stubbornness, your insistence on clinging to your humanity and freedom, tore at the very fabric of our love.
Our love was like a finely balanced spell, powerful and fragile, and it crumbled under the weight of our conflicting desires. My anger, a storm of crimson fury, arose not from a place of malice, but from the anguish of knowing that I could not change your mind. Your freedom, Oliver, was always your utmost desire, and I respect that. I could not bear to see you bound in chains of immortality against your will.
But let it be known, as angry as I am at this parting, I still love you, with a love that transcends the boundaries of life and death. You are the light that pierced the darkness of my eternal night, and for that, I am eternally grateful.
You saved me, Oliver. I will wait for you.
Yours always, in this life and the next,
Strahd, Duke of Barovia My Oliver,
I pen these... | Heyy!
I wrote this letter when you were being impossible to me! When you hated me to leave you behind! When you thought of me as your worst enemy! And all I said was it’s okayy, he’ll grow up and he’ll understand then.
Then I realised, a huge chunk of my life was dedicated in making you believe that you don’t have to be a grown up until it’s absolutely needed!
I left you behind coz I was protecting your childhood Atharva. I wanted to be able to afford that. But I didn’t know that this preserving you as a kid would come with your tantrums and hate and all such similar things. This letter is to request you that please don’t kill what i have protected so far! Do nottt take my leaving, our small house, our parents stupidity as an offense Atharva! Coz all that is a part of our existence, and one should never ever hate their existence!!
Now it’s time to create a win for yourselves! My wins were in my family for a long period of time! I never really thought about self growth until I was here!
But you can! The freedom of being able to think about aaplya swata baddal, swatachya career baddal in whichever way you want - is what parents should give their kids.
And I gave you that!! I can firmly say that! I DID GIVE YOU THAT FREEDOM!
Damn! I want to see what could I have done if there were no responsibilities on me! And I want to see it with your eyes mauu!
Our parents are dumb Atharva! Coz if they would have been evil, we would have been rich as fuck! They never fooled anyone! They never risked! They always were simple service-going people! You have no idea how much I fear that I might be ending up same! But I am trying to break that pattern! I really am!
So.. Atharva Nikude, brother of Akshita Nikude - your life is 65 percent better and 35 percent sucky! But as long as you focus and be grateful to the 65 percent! As long as you keep smiling with your happydent teeth - we both will make each other 100 percent happyyy baccha! I know we are going to!
Do you wanna hear few future updates? Chal let’s listen - you graduating with an expensive Tie I bought you! Disneyland madhye driving Hagrid’s bike!! Fast forward? Having houses besides each other with beautiful sunsets and porch to sit outside! Growing up to have kids who love each other! Growing up to life where we will make up for all the years we missed our birthdays! Growing up to not leave each other’s side ever!!
There are so many moments, and people which are yet to come - to whom you’ll love beyond anything!!
Till then - please give all your love and trust to your dumb parents and me ofcourse!
Itka prem de irrespective of circumstances that if tomorrow we have to share you - we won’t be jealous! We’d be proud to share your epic love with others!
And as for me! You are very reason i exist! please support me when I am trying to create my own existence now, taking care of our family on one hand!
Coz I want to be a better example for you!
I love you! You are the only male I look up to! And my kids too are going to! Before any other relationship, we come for for each other - always!
I know you are kind to the world! But if you start being kind to yourself - the world would be better around you! I promise!
Happy 20th, mau! Your 20th! |
As I approach the final moments of my life in these turbulent times, I look out upon a world engulfed by a fearsome plague, much like a relentless darkness that has befallen our lands. Yet, even amidst the prevailing despair, I am heartened by the enduring flicker of hope, a beacon of light in our gloom.
Hope, in these times of strife, is not an intangible notion, but a living, pulsating essence that resides deep within the brave souls who tirelessly strive to vanquish this formidable foe.
As I prepare to journey beyond this world, I carry with me the unshakable belief that the ones I leave behind will be the stewards of hope. They will emerge victorious. In the face of adversity, they will forge bonds stronger than the mightiest castle walls and develop hearts more compassionate than the purest of knights. Though our world may currently be shrouded in the dimness of the night. I believe the ones that will continue to live on past me will be the torch needed to relight the world. And to my son I-
As I approach the final moments... | Attention: Mr. Jacob Rangel
On this day the 14th of September 2023, the legal offices of Goldblum, Spector, and Hirch, ask that Mr. Rangel cease and desists from all references to “Mr. R” in all forms of communication. If these requests are not complied with we shall seek arbitration through the local Magistrature council.
Respectfully,
Harvey Spector, Esq. Civil Law Prosecutor
Favorite Teacher |
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To create knives... | To the Dazzling Miss Selin,
Greetings from the year of 1890! From the depths of time, Teddy Roosevelt finds himself compelled to relay tales of passion and history from the grand Windsor Mansion.
As I, Theodore, once spent a night of unparalleled fervor with my lovely wife, Edith Kermit Carow Roosevelt, in that very mansion, I can't help but share the fire that blazed within. Ah, the "Big Stick," a term synonymous with my diplomatic approach, but truth be told, it was christened that fateful night.
Such fervor, such passion; Edith received the Big Stick in more ways than the world knows, and she, in turn, graciously offered me the Presidential Treatment.
However, my dear, allow me to weave tales in rhyme, for I've always believed that stories of passion sound better in chime.
In Windsor's embrace, where whispers speak,
I shared with Edith, a smash so unique.
With clapping of cheeks, and sheets all amiss,
The passion was fervent, an unforgettable bliss.
Now Michael, with gusto and playful technique,
Wishes to show Selin his own Big Stick mystique.
Of Ben & Jerry's, I haven't a clue,
But a cold, sweet indulgence awaits you, it's true.
Darby the DJ, with charm, might I add,
Will make hips sway, and the night turn a tad mad.
Though my palate wasn’t fond of Italian bites so slick,
I’d trade them any day for a return of the smash quick.
Yet Michael promises Ramunto’s will ignite,
Underneath the Upper Valley's mesmerizing moonlight.
So, Selin, with the night young and the mood just right (no red hues?),
Are you ready for a Big ––––evening, taking passion to new heights?
In the Mansion's embrace, where old meets the new,
Be there at seven, and let history continue with a Magnum rendezvous.
In Passionate Recollection,
Theodore Roosevelt, recalling every section. The Big Stick |
August 1, 2023
My dear Hamy,
Thank you for being a great partner. After these years, I still love you. For full details, see last years card.
Cordially,
H August 1, 2023
My dear... | L ost myself in your eyes the very first time I looked into them. It was the way they mirrored your soul, and it was so beautiful. I had never felt such a deep and instant connection with anyone else before.
I t was the beginning of something amazing..
N ights and days we played together, laughed till our stomach aked, cried till there were no tears left, always leaning on each other and we grew strong together.
E ven though we were "just" friends, there always was that look, touch, dance, kiss, love and our need to be close to each other that followed us.
T he best part of everything is that we got to be friends first, we got to build a foundation so strong and experience unconditional love so deep, effortless and true before we ever knew that we were falling in love.
T oday we stand here together, more in love than ever. And I smile because I get to share my life with my best friend, lover, and above all.. my soulmate.
E ndlessly and madly in love with you you you.. L ost myself in your eyes... |
FIELD REPORT
The 27th Day of the 6th Month of the 2343rd Cycle.
SUBJECT: PLAGUE MAGICKAS IN USE AGAINST TROOPS
AGENTS ON SCENE:
ADHERENT A.B.
ADHERENT A.I.
While surveying a fort on the border of the so called Lattish Empire, troops were assaulted by a beast in the form of a grizzly bear, with tentacles.
This 'ferryman' is evidently a banditry group who have apparently sided with Latteras for coin. This particular summoner used plague magicks. A priestess of Ramiel evidently knows whom this summoner is and where he is located. Was not able to provide us with exact information when asked. Possible affiliation with rogue elements considered, but put to rest with a reassuring vow from A.B.
Further investigation and questioning is required.
Ramiel is Great, Blessed are We Under His Light. Death to all Infidels.
-A.I. FIELD REPORT
The 27th Day... | Dear Ecstasy,
Girl, let me tell you, things have been exceptionally boring here.
I feel like day in and day out it’s one thing or another. The council is constantly up my ass about meeting, ambassador trips, and ugh, paperwork.
At least for one of those things I can have Petal do it for me. Technically I’m not supposed to have her do it, but what are they going to do? Fire me?
I’ve been able to get out of it for the time being. We’ve received a weird invitation, and I will be taking Petal with me. I am unsure of my return.
As always, you are welcome in my home while I am away. Please for the love of Gods do not use up all of my stash. I have a feeling I will want it when I return.
Much love! XOXOXOXO
Prim Dear Ecstasy,
Girl, let... |
My dearest Barnabas,
I hope that this letter comes as a great surprise. I discovered a wonderful company that allows me to send a letter in the old fashion. It is my hope that this pleases you, darling, as I know that it has pleased me. I hope you will give my love to Kissi, darling that he is, even if he still finds me objectionable. I also hope, my love, that you will adore this as much as I hope you will. It is rather novel, is it not?
On that, my love, I must apologize for my lack of letters proceeding this one. Rest assured, my darling Barnabas, that there will be many more letters to come. I will also provide you with the company that has enabled me to send this letter. I imagine you will be wanting to make great use of it.
I'm afraid I've quite run out of room on this page, my dear, so I shall end this letter here. I hope my words bring you deep joy, darling.
Warmly and fondly,
Your Jonah My dearest Barnabas,
I... | May 19, 1755
Greetings Guest,
I know that you have been invited to a masquerade ball to celebrate the 25th birthday of notorious socialite, Lacey Wright. I will not reveal my identity, but sources tell me that Ms. Wright will be murdered during her celebration by one of you. Each of you has a dark, secret past and reason for revenge against Ms. Wright, but none of you want to share the nature of your relationship with her. In order to prove your innocence, each of you will aid me, the investigator, in determining the motive, means, and method of Ms. Wright’s murder.
Be prepared for treachery and revenge to come to light,
The Investigator
May 19, 1755
Greetings... |
Dear Adventurers,
I have heard tales of your band of heroes, and my guard tells me how you recently defeated a group of bandits that have been plaguing the area. We here in Varin need such bravery. I am here to beg for your aid. Something... strange is happening in our city, a matter far too delicate to talk over over letter. I would like to summon you to a dinner at my court, as my honoured guests to discus this. I assure you that you will recieve great compensation. Please show this letter to the castle guards; they will bring you straight to me.
Best wishes,
Queen Pheyphine of Varin, Third Queen of the Marble City Dear Adventurers,
I have... | Dear promising reader,
I await the day that someone finds these journals—that some fellow human is able to venture into the lands of magic that were unknown, and perhaps should have stayed so.
I have been in a forest in a place I’ve learned is called the ‘Neutral Lands’ for five months. I have found it is for the most part safe here and have set up my home base. Yet, I do intent to travel soon. I have yet to decide if I will leave the Neutral Lands. For certain, I am not going to return to my home across the forest border. There is nothing left for me there now that I’ve seen here. I eventually desire to travel far north. I’ve heard there the Worcans live. Perhaps, I will be able to find a safer and more sustainable life there.
But as for the lands beyond the forest border as a whole…these lands are dangerous. These lands are wicked. These lands will one day kill me. But these lands, above all else, are what make my life worth living.
I with my entries to aid you, reader, in finding life in these lands such as I have.
Best of luck,
Kit
Dear promising reader,
I... |
Day 1
The winter proceeds with its chilled tendrils awakening every joint and memories of winters long past.
Dearest Cordelia, if you should arrive before winter’s end and find my frozen body, please dress me in my old Union battalion uniform.
As always, in your service,
Lt. Joseph Massey Day 1
The winter proceeds... | 14/02/2023 Signor.Decomble Aurélien
Egregie signore,
Mademoiselle Ezekari vous envoie ceci pour vous faire part de sa grande admiration pour vous, et pour vous rappeler (au cas où vous l’auriez oublié) que…ahhh mais pourquoi j’écris ça.
Aurélien mon amour cette lettre t’est adressée et elle a été écrite dans le but de te rappeler que tu me rends tellement heureuse, que même si j’ai envie de te tuer parfois…il suffit que je te regarde pour tout oublier.
Ton sourire fait fondre mon cœur, ta voix fait vibrer chaque cellule de mon corps jusqu’aux frissons, tes cheveux si doux te donnent un charme unique et ton regard…tes yeux couleur ciel, perle, bleus comme une goutte d’eau et gris comme une pierre argentée…rien qu’en les croissant mon cœur commence à battre si vite, comme pour manifester la confusion que toi seul arrive à provoquer en moi.
Je pourrais parler des heures et lister ce que j’aime chez toi et ce que je ressens pour chaque petit moment passé avec toi, mais ma lettre n’aurais plus fin.
Peut-être qu’un jour j’arriverai tout de même a lister toutes tes vertus, mais hélas ce ne sera pas pour tout de suite.
C’est ici qu’on se dit Aurevoir mon bel amour, et merci encore pour le magnifique cadeau que tu m’as livré pour la Saint Valentin (toi)
Je t’aime
Mml. Ezekari M. Joyeuse saint Valentin |
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