My friend angel suffers anxiety. She's dealing with so much rejection but she would love to have friends. She's a kind soul who I want to help.
So I am asking if anyone would be interested in writing a letter to her? Or being pen-pals with her? She doesn't have an account yet but I'm sure that when I forward your letters to her, she'll be inspired to! Because of so much pain caused by others, she feels misunderstood. She has trouble expressing herself. I suggested that having a pen friend would help her express herself.
Thank you for reading through. To help, please do send a letter for her through me.
Thank you for your beautiful letter to me. I had to read it several times to process how special it is.
I started this company with the belief that words could be much more deliberate in our lives and they could mean much more to the people who matter most. So I created a network that enhances the words we all hope will last.
Please share this little place with your friends and help us in anyway with a rating in the App Store. I am not sure if you are an iPhone or android user but I can tell you are an exceptional writer. Please feel free to write to me at anytime for how we can make lettrs work even better for you.
Sincerely, in lettrs,
Greetings Terry !
I just saw one of your letters while exploring , which made me curious to go through all your writings . Firstly , the letter series named as "Yoni Diaries" is absolutely aesthetic and catchy . The way you describe femininity ,its just so beautiful . You have pictured female sexuality and pleasure as a pious and divine indulgence. I am completely enamoured by your letters, they have suddenly made me more bold as a female . You talk of Hathor and at some point of Super 7 crystal , I would like to know more about it all .
Keep writing ! 👍 ☝
When all was said and done.
I'm thankful for everything.
Thankful for everyone who enters my door.
They are all my teachers, my friends, my brothers and sisters.
Thank you for helping me see from my blindness.
I would have never known how I looked, how I moved, how I spoke, how I acted.
If these were not criticized, time would have stood still.
Thank you for the people who said I was fat. I would have never been motivated to take care of my health.
Thank you for the people who gossiped about the way I clutched to my skirt when I got nervous. Now, I learned to be more confident.
Thank you for commenting on my race, I now found the reasons to love my nation.
Thank you for sp...
I thought it was the end of the line. After being given so much chances, that this was the final "it". I would never be given one again because I didn't deserve it.
My printer broke down. My documents went ruined. I wasted so much bond paper and hadn't had a wink of sleep.
Then life showed me her radiant smile. She lent me her hand when I rolled mine in fists.
Truth is, we are always given chances and these are never numbered. If we ignore one, we are always given the gift of another when we keep going. We always get what we think we deserve. If you're stuck in a stagnant relationship, you're your ticket out. Because life will always lift the brave, those who's courage wavers but never ...
I created a song one day with the intention to heal my aunt's household. She owns a beautiful house, but I can feel unspoken pain in the walls, and uneasiness in the silence. When she wasn't around, I sang as loud as I could. It was of a different language and of unique sound.
I wish to share it with all of you one day. I sing it everytime I need help, or when I've lost sight of the road I'm on.
Pope Francis emerged from the airplane yesterday with the wind following behind him. It has only been a day since his arrival and yet the country feels changed. So many have lost their family members to religious disputes between Christians and Muslims, as well as from everyday crime. They needed a beacon of hope. And he's come.
Idolatry and zealotry is to the extreme in the Philippines. I have witnessed people fight each other to touch the Black Nazarene, the statue that miraculously survived the burning of the Chapel it was in. I crossed my fingers in hopes that the people won't harass the Pope. They did not. To everyone's surprise, the people went quiet as if a sacred wind silenced thei...
Sleep is retreating from the world to enter the temple of your soul.
Today is the day I had enough.
I had enough excuses, delays, and disappointments. I've also had enough of convincing myself that I could keep on lying to myself, because it made me comfortable.
Now, I'm going to make myself very, very uncomfortable. I'm going to be free. No more leash wrapped over my throat, or blinds over my eyes. Though the sounds of triggers taunt me, I'm going to close my eyes on the imaginary guns pointed on my head and say "No."
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It's new years eve! Can you believe it?
We made it.
Tonight, I'll be celebrating with my family. We've booked for a restaurant near the ocean for the fireworks display. We do this every year but it doesn't feel tired somehow. I look forward to it!
I watched this segment from NHK World that demonstrated the meaning of fireworks in this Japanese festival (I forgot which one or whether it applies to all). According to their tradition, fireworks represent the glory of life and death. There are many kinds of fireworks such as the Willow, Chrysanthemum, among others, and it really changed my perception about fireworks.
It reminded me that life is a celebration. :) I liken fireworks to experi...
We live our life like eggs. Our worth has become belittled to the complexion of our shells, sold to the same inimitable fate.
One day, the wind blew and I rolled away from my momma's nest. I shattered. I thought it was the end for me, then something happened:
I became the golden yoke as grandoise as the sun.
I miss old children's shows. They were full of soul. They valued a child's creativity, curiosity and exploration without all the gimmicks that flood today's television.
It was a time where children's shows weren't hyper, blasting with color and sound. It was meaningful. Those shows aimed to make children grow up to be adults with value.
What shows have you grown up with?
You don't carry the burdens of the world. There is so much to life than lifting.
We are meant to do so much more. And these are not limited to the sacrifice of the saints and those who rally in the streets, face to face with armed security enforcement.
Our only task is to be at peace with ourselves, and do what we love doing with the people we love. Whatever path you choose: an artist, a mathematician, a scientist, a sex worker, a janitor, even a parent, we are guiding you, protecting you, and watching over you at this very moment and always. You do not own your struggle and neither should you. Evolving as a person shouldn't challenge you, it frees you.
Everytime you decide to be yourse...