#emphaticallylily

[unicorion-blog]

Write a letter to someone to you to get to know better.

“You mean someone I would like to get to know better? I, uh.. I’ll try?”

{ Lily Parish/@emphaticallylily }

Dearest Lily,

I’m good with words, yet I’m bad at writing letters. I guess things get harder when they’re more personal. I already consider you a dear friend and my day gets a little brighter when I encounter you at the hospital. I don’t know if you’re going to get a full time job after your volunteering. I hope you do, even though I know it’s hard for you to be in a place like that. There’s a lot of pain, but perhaps you can get a job at the maternity ward, so you can just spend time with happy moms and babies. I think that would make you very happy.

I hope you know that I’ll always be there for you when you need someone. Even if it’s just so I can take some of the pain away. I’ll be there anytime. You’re such a precious soul and I know people have given you a bad time because of things that are in your past, but I hope you can somehow get past that and believe in the wonderful and beautiful person that you are. I think we should go watch movies and have sleepovers and eat ourselves sick on ice cream and just do girly stuff that you see in those old teen movies. I think that would be nice. I can probably braid your hair, too. And we can just look at the stars and tell each other stories and stuff.

Never forget your worth, darling. There will always be people who think it’s cool and okay to bring others down, but you’ll always shine bright. You’re so strong, even though you’re still so young and you’re going to be so, so happy one day. I just know it. If I could show everyone how amazing you are, I would.

I love you,

xx Orion

{ Mason Clad/@ironclxdalibi }

Dear Mason,

Maybe writing a letter to you is something... odd. I don’t know if you like to read or write. I don’t really know anything about you except that you work at a law firm and have nice lips. I mean, I think you do. Yeah.

Anyway, I think we should meet up for coffee some time and just talk. I know you didn’t want to talk when you were... intoxicated, but I hope you do like to talk when you’re sober. Even though I’m very bad at talking, at least when it’s about myself. I can talk for hours about books and movies and music, but I don’t know if you want to listen to my ramblings about those things. I ramble a lot.

I don’t like to talk about me as a person.

I know I probably made you feel like you did something wrong when you kissed me, but it’s not your fault. I shouldn’t have been so blind and naive to think that all you wanted to do was hug me. Maybe I was subconsciously begging for you to kiss me, because I’ve wanted to be kissed by someone for so long and no one has ever done it. I don’t know if I’m repulsive or just too awkward and unapproachable. Maybe I’m just odd. 

Maybe I was just really upset because there’s someone I like and I wanted them to be my first kiss and I still haven’t managed to accept that they don’t like me back. Which isn’t your fault at all. I just feel weird about it still.

I’m sorry, this got awkward. Um, I hope to see you again for coffee or tea or whatever you drink?

x Orion

{ Robin Anderson/@rxbin-anderson }

Dear Robin,

Should I call you Mr. Anderson? You’re basically a celebrity, right? I’m only half joking. You’ll be super famous and you’ll forget about little old me. Which makes me a little sad, because I helped you write a sentence in your novel.

Well, anyway, clearly you can’t tell from my letter writing skills how much I love to write and read. It’s very different, isn’t it? I like to think I’m good with words and then when someone tells me to put something on paper, I just get stuck. This is why I could never be a writer. Deadlines would ruin me. If I could draw, maybe I would write children’s books. About bunnies or foxes or both. Although, there’s a lot of children’s books about bunnies or foxes already, don’t you think? Maybe I should write one about raccoons or pigeons.

I’m listening to jazz music as I write this. I’m not sure if it’s helping me just yet. Perhaps it’s not my kind of muse. It’s quite soothing, though, I have to admit. Something I could get lost in, if I didn’t have to write. Maybe I should get lost in it first and then let the words appear on this paper, rather than just falling into it head first, like a rabbit hole that’s going to swallow me up and leave me small and lost.

I don’t even know what I’m writing anymore. You make me want to try to be poetic and all I end up with is this rambling.

I would really love to see your book collection, though. And to spend more time talking about words and books and perhaps about movies or music. I think that would be nice. Maybe we can have one of those sleepovers, if that’s not too weird. I’m curious about them.

Anyway,

Take care,

Orion Marin.

[livingmedigun-blog]

Ducklings Are Still Clingy || Lily and Jeremy

@emphaticallylily

It’s been awhile since Jeremy found his five little duckies. They were still fluffy and yellow and he loved each one as much as the next. Most of the time they were inside but every now and than Jeremy would bring them outside to their backyard pound were they could swim freely. Could because they still liked to cling onto Jeremy who didn’t feel like freezing in the icy water.

Today Jeremy decided to bring them back to their birth place for some exploring and just to play with them. He sat on a blanket next to the lake. Jeremy tried to encourage them to swim but they looked happy with him on the blanket. When he finished his bottle of water Jeremy walked up to the trash can to get rid of it. The five little duckies running behind him to not lose him out of sight.

A familiar face caught his attention and he smiled. ��Good afternoon, miss Parish. It’s nice to see you again.” He said while his little duckies pooled around him.