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dear you,

by ~snow-pear, Oct 29, 2009, 4:17:20 AM
Literature / Prose / Fiction / Philosophy & Perspectives

dear you,

hello love. i haven't talked to you for a while now, how have you been holding up without me? i know that life will always throw it's rusting metal obstacles at you, but don't give up hope, dear heart. those bleeding scars will fade eventually, and you won't even notice them after a while.
just remember to bandage them tight; they tend to re-open often.

love, me.

-

dear you,

remember your bottle? throw it away love. you probably need it more than anyone else I know, but it does you no good in keeping it. but you insist on clutching onto this life line, so take my advice: just empty it out, and start afresh.
they were right you know. you can be amazing. but don't let that go to your head dear, you need to leave some shred of modesty at least.

love, me.

-

dear you,

you're not the most beautiful girl i've seen, though you can pass for being pretty and cute, but always remember this: he loves you, and nothing changes that. so don't feel the need to go on a freak diet, or change your hair style to suit his taste, because hey, if he had taste then he wouldn't give a damn about your hair. just because you might not be as physically pleasing as she is, remember that he thinks you're the most gorgeous girl he's ever seen.

love, me.

-

dear you,

love, you've got to start to think about yourself for once. you think it might be selfish, but that's because you've never done this thing before. remember, it doesn't hurt for once to eat what you want to eat, to go out to places where you want to go. 'i don't mind' needs to be scrapped from your vocabulary and burned along with all those bits of paper with love hearts doodled across them.

love, me.

For all the girls out there who need that little reminder about just how wonderful or special they are - this is for you love.
don't forget to smile and remember: you are beautiful.

dearest girl,

by ~snow-pear, Oct 31, 2009, 10:36:56 PM
Literature / Prose / Fiction / Philosophy & Perspectives

dear girl,

you're always smiling through the haze of pain, smiling because you can't bear to let others worry over you. you're always laughing to cover up that sorrow, because you know that people would prefer to hear that light happy sound than your heart wrenching sobs. you're storing it up inside that tiny bottle inside your heart, all the pain, anger, hurt and frustration, until you're certain that any day now, that tiny bottle is going to crack and break.

you only ever look into the mirror to see the imperfections, the blemishes, the over sized thighs and not-quite-so-flat stomach. you never see how your hair is the deepest shade of auburn which other girls would kill to have, you never see how your mouth is just the right size and shape just waiting to be kissed. you never see how boys gaze appreciatively at you when you walk down the street, you only see the sneers and glares of those girls who seem to be made of matchsticks, who by media's standards are 'perfect'.

you settle for second best, even when you know that you deserve better than him. you listen as he sings sweet nothings into your ear, you sigh as he whispers those beautiful lies across your tingling skin. and you foolishly let your heart believe him, because you don't know what you'll do when you realise that they'll never come true; not for you. yet addiction is a sweet indulgence, is it not?

maybe, darling girl, one day you'll realise that you don't need to cover up that butterfly inside of you who's trying to take flight. you'll realise that you deserve only the best that this world has to offer, because no one should settle for anything less than that. you'll realise that being yourself is the only thing that is worth it in the end, because you are beautiful, you are wonderful, and no one can ever replace that spark which you bring to the world.

so dearest girl, smile.
don't ever stop smiling.

love, me.

you with the writer's soul,

by ~snow-pear, Oct 24, 2011, 7:01:49 PM
Literature / Prose / Non-Fiction / Letters

hello. we haven't spoken for a while - how are you dearest? i've been busy, and i'm sure you have been too. after all, we're only human, and we all have our own little lives which keeps us on our toes. but really, enough of that.

what i really wanted to ask is: are you still writing?

yes, i know. life always seems to get in the way, doesn't it? school work, family, friends, bills, anything and everything. it always seems like you have no time left to write, doesn't it? and then when you finally sit down in that moment when you do have a breather, you find yourself drifting off to do other things instead.

so my advice to you, dear, is to keep on writing. no matter what.

write about anything. anything you want. anything which makes you think, even just for a second. things which make you happy. things which make you want to scream into your pillow until you fall asleep from the exhaustion. things which make you feel. if even if the feelings come out all jumbled and messy and raw and splattered across the page. it isn't perfect; it doesn't have to be perfect.

you know why? because it doesn't matter. it doesn't matter if you don't use big words, or you can't find the perfect rhyme. it doesn't matter if you can't write prose and settle for poems instead. it doesn't matter if only a few people ever read it, or if no one reads it. writing is a part of you. you write because you have the type of soul that can't quieten down until you put words onto paper. you write because you have to.

so don't feel like you have to change to suit everyone else's tastes. there's no need to 'pretty' your words up, wrap them in a red bow and decorate them with pictures if that's the only way people are going to want to read them. elliot, plath, cummings - none of them had anything but a pen, paper, and a typewriter. and yet we love their works anyway.

because in the end, you're not writing for everyone else. you're writing for yourself.

and that makes all the difference.

if there's one thing i can leave you, it's this. whatever you do, don't ever stop writing.

Webcam

thank you and goodbye.

by ~snow-pear, Oct 30, 2011, 6:21:31 AM
Journals / Personal

yesterday was my 2 year anniversary on here. wow, it's really been two years? that's kinda scary...

i just wanted to say, to all of you who's been here with me since the beginning, thank you. i couldn't have made it through half the ups and down in my life without you guys. really.

but i feel like i've grown out of this website. whenever i go on to the front page, and check the lit section, all i see is fanfiction or really mundane poetry which people 'spice' up using pictures and stuff. i don't know if i want to be on here any longer to be honest. most of the people i used to talk to/admire are gone as well, and i feel like there's nothing much keeping me here - riley, devin, daan, all of them. i look at my pieces and i just feel they're outdated, and i feel like i need to reinvent myself again. i've been snow-pear for so long that it's almost becoming a chore, not something that i love and do because i love it.

as you guys might have noticed, most of my gallery is gone. i'm sorry for doing this, but there's a part of me that needs to have them taken down. i've left the three one here which i care about the most - dear you, dearest girl, and my most recent one. those three are particularly close to me, and i wrote them for you guys. so they won't come down, ever. i know that i'm not anything terribly special as a writer, but i know that others in the past have said that those pieces have helped them, and i hope that they help you too if you ever feel down. my gift to you guys, as the least i could do.

i know i've been terrible with collabs - *snow-angels, i'm sorry. i also promise to send out your prize after my exams. it's sitting here, on my table! i haven't forgotten.

for those of you who want to keep in contact with me - which i'm pretty sure there isn't many at all, lol - you can find me elsewhere on the net. i'll add links at the end.

to everyone else, thank you for reading my stuff. thank you for sticking with me. this account was probably one of the best experiences i could've had as a writer.

i love all of you. never stop writing.