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YOU GOT MY EMOTIONS GOIN

NOW YOU CAN EXPECT AN ESPECIALLY MUSHY REPLY.

okay.

breathe.

okay.

dear atakiri,

i can’t tell you how much your response meant to me. ever since i saw your name and your story pop up on my dash, i’ve become… platonically infatuated with you, as weird as it sounds. (i’m also hoping you know what i mean a;sldkgh)

when i first started reading, i thought of you as this writing deity. i looked up to you, and i still do.

then i sent you my thoughts on the entire piece, and you said how much it meant to you.

that was the first time i realized that i wanted to be your friend.

then, i followed you! i would answer your questions, and some stuff happened that i honestly do not remember. 

then we slowly became friends. and then my heart had accepted you in.

whenever i see that you’ve replied to one of my posts, or even if you’re just reblogging something or other, my heart does this little leap in my chest

and my hands go straight to my face where i just kind of go “aaaaaaAAAH HI LAUREN” like i actually say that out loud.

and then i might reply to you, or send you an ask, or something, and i just get so dang hAPPY to be your friend.

i don’t remember the last time i was able to be on the receiving end of so much good feelings in a friendship, to be honest! it’s kind of like every time we interact, i get a shot of endorphins, maybe. 

you always seem to cheer me up, even though you would never know it. if i’m ever in a bad mood, i just kind of go look at your blog and read your text posts and read through some of your writing and i just

feel better. well, i feel happier, at least.

and then, even when i’m happy as can be and it seems like my heart just can’t take any more, you always manage to find a way to force more good stuff in.

as for being a role model, i just. usually, when i see other people’s abstract art, for example- i get really down, and i make myself believe that i could never be on their level.

same goes for other people’s writing.

but for whatever reason, your writing just.. gives me hope, i guess. i only feel more empowered when i read your stuff, i think ‘hey. hey. hey, i could. i could totally be on her level one day. i could do that. yeah.’ and i would say that’s a much healthier role model to have, haha.

and then when you comment on my writing, and you critique it, or you say you like it, it’s like my self-esteem just goes through the roof for those minutes i’m reading through what you say. it really helps me.

as for meeting you one day, you bet your ass i’m going to either hang out with you or die trying. although, if we do ever meet, you’re going to have to prepare yourself to deal with a blubbering mess- seeing as i can hardly not cry while writing this ;alskdhg

it’s a good thing you think of me as a little sister, because i’ve been thinking of you as the big sister anyone would love to have.

i seriously feel like i’m forgetting something, but.

-anna grace