#letters to strangers

[jordanbolton]

To The Lab Technician - Jordan Bolton

My first book ‘Blue Sky Through the Window of a Moving Car’ is now available to pre-order! Get it here - https://smarturl.it/BlueSky

[chaosmindthoughts]

Lately, I have been reflecting on how much I admire people who seem so unbothered and unapologetic about their existence.

I am told I present that way, which is a huge compliment. Though I cease to get passed the way I notice most details, I watch people simply existing, changes in the environment, I am a full time people's watcher.

And don't get me wrong, I don't dislike it, there is something so pleasant and rewarding about silence and observation.

But for once, just once, I wanna be the person someone notices when I arrive into a room, I wanna be watched existing and genuinly being myself, I want my presence to be desirable and appreciated by others.

I often find myself being the viewer, the one who appreciates and adores.

But oh God, please, can I be the view? Once, just once, to get a glimpse of how it truly feels to be someone's Heaven on Earth?

[ijustlovedsblog]

Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Vera…

[retroinspired]

[aleck-le-mec]

I have EDS and unfortunately it effects my heart so every time I stretch I black out a little bit. Today was the first day in two years someone in my class asked me if I’m ok after I blacked out. Happy Valentine’s Day.

[minnstea]

i know we both aren’t strangers till the date you know my favourite ice cream flavour. //minnstea

[pie1405-spacewalker]

I feel so low these days...so down and tired, both mentally and physically. I miss her so so much, senselessly and terribly. Miss her so much that i hung up a photo frame of hers on the wall of my room, so that the first thing I'd do when I wake up is look at her. I want no one in front of my eyes but her, when I wake up or I'm going to sleep..whole day, in short.

There's a sense of longing, of belonging in every atom of my body. There are many things in my life that I'm unsure about, but I, with every fibre of my soul and heart firmly believe that i belong to her and she's the only home I'll ever have. ♥️ - PIYUSH.

( AN EXCERPT FROM THR UNSENT LETTERS TO MY LOVER)

[kiiwiilii]

Recently on my trip to Cambridge, I noticed two elderly ladies taking pictures by the river and they were so cute and the person behind the camera was hyping her up and she was holding a bouquet of flowers. They were laughing and giggling and having so much fun, my heart melted! I wish I got a chance to start a conversation, I love talking to strangers ~

[liina33]

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[iriddigital]

[jordanbolton]

To The Substitute Art Teacher - Jordan Bolton

Pre-order my new book ‘Blue Sky Through the Window of a Moving Car’ here - https://smarturl.it/BlueSky

[quartermera]

Letters to Strangers

I'm gonna be fully honest with you here. While we were chatting, I viewed your profile and clicked to your LinkTree. There, I followed the link to your art Tumblr account. Your "professional" account one might call it haha! And I started scrolling.

You know I've been feeling insecure about my art. I know it's been the same for you. School has burnt us out pretty badly, huh?

A difference though is that I'm ready to bet that you don't feel insecure in part because of my art. While I look at yours with admiration and, well, a little bit of envy.

I have that little bit of jealousy, but I refuse to let it pollute our friendship. And yet, I find myself wondering how my art would look if I was in your shoes. If I had gone to art school, like you, instead of learning the classics. If I had interacted with the same fandoms, perhaps?

At first, the idea sounded pleasant. But then I realised that I would just be you, really. And there would be no point in that. Because god knows if we would be best friends, if that were the case? Our pasts don't define us, as much as they do shape us.

I am thinking all of this as I keep scrolling through your perfectly curated blog, reading myriads of supportive and loving anon messages that you reply to. I find myself happy that you received those encouragements. Because you deserve them. And despite that hint of envy, I do love you dearly.

Suddenly however, I find an old art piece. Perhaps I should even call it ancient. Instead of the perfect pictures and controlled lines I have grown used to, coming from you, this one is hesitant. Scribbly lines filled in unevenly on faces with odd proportions. My first thought: "I could have drawn that." Accompanied by a snicker.

Until I realized. Yes, I could have drawn that. Just as you did many years ago. If I can draw that, I can draw this. Only because you had a kickstart does not mean I will never catch up. It is only that while you were busy drawing this and that, I was busy writing this and that, or translating this and that, or discovering this and that.

So thank you. Thank you for inspiring me. Thank you for being my friend. I love you.

[steviesbicrisis]

Thinking about YouTuber Steve who’s gaining a lot of popularity with his weekly vlogs. The routine is very similar: he goes to work, hangs out with friends, acts silly for the camera, cooks for his roommate, watches movies with his roommate, goes out with his roommate.

His roommate is there a lot.

His new growing fanbase doesn’t take long to divide into factions regarding Steve’s dating life and sexuality; There are ships, OTPs, people who want him single so they can date him, and a surprisingly small portion which questions his heterosexuality, which gets always shut up by the following compelling arguments:

“stop assuming he’s gay.”

“Steve doesn’t look gay. He’s just a guy, a former jock, who loves to cook and hangs out with friends. A friend more than the others, but it’s his roommate so it makes sense, right?”

“And yes, they do cuddle while watching movies, but who doesn’t love a cuddle? You don’t have to be gay for that.”

“Sure, they hold hands when they go out but the city is crowded and they might lose each other.”

“Since when two male friends can’t be close without assuming that they’re gay?”

“Have you ever seen them kiss in ten minutes of weekly vlog? No, so drop your gay agenda already.”

And Steve Harrington, who started the whole vlog thing in the first place because he wanted to update his friends who live miles away and still doesn’t know how he got this much heteronormative bullcrap in his comments, has had enough.

One day, Steve Just-A-Guy Harrington, wakes up and chooses violence.

He replies to a tiktok comment that says “stop assuming he’s gay” with another video.

It begins with Steve glaring at the camera “oh yes please, stop assuming I’m gay.”

Then there’s a quick motion and Steve is pulling a curly haired guy into frame: Eddie, his roommate/platonic friend/totally not his boyfriend of 5+ years.

Eddie yawns, looking sleepily at the camera “are you vlogging?”

“I’m proving a point” Steve replies, then kisses him. They almost get lost into it, but Steve is a man on a mission, so he pulls back and turns to the camera.

“This is Eddie, my boyfriend. Not a friend who’s a boy, you delusional homophobes, we are together, a couple, in a relationship. We haven’t been just friends for over 5 years. We live together, he isn’t just a roommate.

And even if he was just my roommate, do you think I would live with this” he squeezes Eddie’s cheeks between his fingers and zooms in to show his face up close. Eddie blinks a couple of times, but let’s Steve do whatever he wants.

“Do you seriously think that I would live with this 24/7 and stay straight? Like, are you insane?” He gives Eddie a quick smack on the lips, leaving him blushing and more confused than ever.

Usually, it’s Eddie the one getting almost feral over Steve, not the other way around.

He doesn’t complain.

“So yeah, stop assuming I’m gay. Because I’m bi, you homophobic little shits.”

The video ends with Eddie pulling Steve for more than a quick peck on the lips, and Steve throwing the phone on their couch, face down.

Somehow, under Steve’s video, there’s still someone that comments “I mean, this doesn’t mean anything. It’s just bros helping bros, right?”

Steve is too busy making out with his “bro” to read it.

[yudol-skorbi]

FINAL PART 3 OF EDDIE'S UNFORTUNATE CRUSH IS HERE there will be a couple of bonuses in the future by the way

part 1 part 2

[fuckmymunson]

eddie who has a reputation to uphold, the weird and scary freak who wears chains and big metal rings and always goes on tangents about his hatred for the popular kids, not a sliver of fear or weakness in his eyes. eddie who at the same time never leaves his house without the light yellow scrunchy with daisies on it that you gave him, always on his wrist or wrapped in his hair.

eddie who’s sweet n soft on you in a way he never is with anyone else 🥹

💌 a/n: Oh god, this, this, this, this. Please, I don’t ask for much. I’m so happy to get back to writing! Hope you like it!

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“I lost it” His voice sounded almost defeated, and quite inopportune.

“Eddie!” You jolted in your place, closing the light green locker door. Behind it, there he was, the big, scary, mean freak of Hawkins High. Covered from head to toe in chains, leather, ripped jeans, black, black, all black. With dark, unruly hair and a chunky rings.

But also, with puppy eyes, and a quivering lip.

“You scared the shit out of me, Eds” The frown on your pretty face made his heart jump inside his chest. You were an angel, a sight for sore eyes.

“I lost it” He repeated.

“You lost what?”

“I’m sorry” Eddie looked down, apparently now his Reeboks were the most interesting thing.

“Care to explain what is missing and why are you apologizing?” Crossing your arms over your chest, you waited, for almost three minutes.

“I lost the scrunchy you gave me” He finally admitted, like a criminal at trial.

Eddie heard you sigh, to his ears, was a sigh of disappointment. In reality, it was a sigh of relief. Only Edward Munson knew how to make a simple thing as a scrunchy into a faithful message.

“That’s it? Eddie, it’s just a hair tie” You shook your head, still not comprehending the dimensions of his problem.

“It’s not just a hair tie!” He exclaimed, now almost offended, of course only he could switch mood that easily. A few curious students looked at your way, still wondering how did an adorable piece of cotton and sunshine like you, was dating the metalhead, three-times senior freak of not only high school, but of the whole town.

“Yes it is, love. I can just give you another one, don’t worry— Look, I can give you the one I’m wearing…”

“I don’t want that one” He said, his words sounding almost like a tantrum. “I want the one you gave me on our first date, the yellow one with little sunflowers”

“Daisies, Eddie” You corrected him with a smile. Only Eddie was able to remember such a tiny detail and forget a crucial detail.

Only Eddie was able to make you feel loved, cherished and appreciated. He was so different from every other person you have dated before. He snatched your heart from the very first day and it’s been a daily occurrence for almost a year. The scary, weird freak, the person considered a devil worshipper, the mean senior who had the admirable (or idiotic) courage to stand out against others who felt like they had the right to humiliate and ridicule those who weren’t like them. Your Eddie, the one who broke a jock’s nose one time for slapping your ass walking through the halls. Your Eddie, who waited patiently until every extracurricular activities you were into were over, so he could drive you home and hold your thigh and listen to you throughout the whole ride. Your Eddie, who loved Saturday night because it meant movie night, cuddles and kisses. The mean freak who let you braid his hair, paint his nails, sew his old t-shirts.

The Eddie Munson who was scared of spiders but wasn’t scared of a hundred people crowd. The boy who initiated a food fight at the cafeteria and had to go to the nurses office because an orange hit his eye and he realized he was allergic to them. The man who every Friday made fairy tales, knight stories and evil monsters come true and walk this very earth with just his voice and his imagination at his D&D club. Your Eddie, who on your first date, dropped a chocolate milkshake on top of your white dress, forgot to fill his fuel tank, and had to push his van all the way to the nearest gas station.

That’s how the bright scrunchy ended up in his hair, in a makeshift ponytail that you made by running your delicate fingers through his tangled hair.

That was your Eddie.

Your Eddie. Yours. Yours.

“Fine, let’s go find it” You said, grabbing his hand and kissing his knuckles. “Tell me what you did today…”

Sorry for any mistakes! English is not my first language. Thank you for reading!˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

[artiststarme]

The first (and only) tattoo that Steve ever gets is a small letter “E” on the inside of his right wrist. Whenever anyone asks what it stands for, he just shrugs his shoulders.

“It obviously stands for “everyone”. It’s an E, what else would it mean?”

He says this so many times, the Party believes him. As ridiculous as E for everyone sounds, Steve can be very convincing when he wants to be and they all believe him eventually.

But when an “S” shows up on Eddie’s wrist a few weeks later, the reasoning behind the E doesn’t sound so believable anymore. Especially when the Party finds out that Steve and Eddie have been dating in secret for months without letting anyone but Robin know.