You are one in a million. You've earned the respect of all of us here for your dedication to Lettrs. You always go the extra mile for us and that hasn't gone unnoticed, my lovely.
You have also become someone I consider a good friend. You are considerate, thoughtful and genuine. I feel very blessed to have met you here.
I also deeply admire you. I am in awe of your creative gifts! Your abilities with the pen span from remarkable and ingenious illustrations to superb poetry. I would love to own a piece of your artwork one day. Perhaps we can do a swap? 😁 Drew has been fortunate to have your loyalty to Lettrs for so many years. You talents shaped the platform in many ways.
After 7 years of bringing letters to the world, we now must say goodbye to lettrs, despite best efforts to keep it going. The world has changed, where imagery dominates the the mobile medium. The psychology of letter writing has changed too.
Thanks to everyone who was part of the lettrs experience. It means a lot to me, really.
Maybe one day we can produce a next generation lettrs, that is simpler and aligns more to how the mobile medium operates in the shallows.
So please save your letters, as in a few short days we will close down this once beautiful place.
I know all about darkness.
It can keep you hidden,
when you don’t want to be seen
but there is no freedom
to be found from being invisible.
You can’t hide from your thoughts, they linger.
Do not be afraid to acknowledge
the unspoken words,
find your voice.
- James McInerney
Instagram / Twitter @millsmc07
I'm starting to feel a shift in myself again,
As I am tired of punishing myself for my dark past.
Love has come & gone for me,
Sometimes it has been me at fault
Other times, it wasn't at all
Loving myself has always been a struggle for me,
It has always been easier for me to focus my attention on someone else
Well this year has forced me to re-learn what it means to love myself,
I fell back into some self destructive patterns.
& frankly, the growth I want has to start within.
So I'm shedding my skin & welcoming a new chapter.
Where my boundaries aren't up for discussion, & I see myself as a force to be reckoned with.
Deep down, I know how great of a person I...
*Sweedle's Creative Corner
It's raining here today. Steaming cups of ginger tea are being passed on by cold hands. There is conversation and laughter, and the rain.
Mohd. Rafi is singing in the background,
Asking his loved one not to leave just yet. His heart has not yet had enough.
The pitter patter of raindrops on leaves adds an urgency to his request. Rains and goodbyes are apparently immiscible.
I sneak out quietly to the terrace, while the same stories are being recalled for the hundredth time downstairs. You feature in most of them; we all do. Tales from the good old days. But nostalgia can only do so much.
And now, I stretch out my palm to touch the rain. And tha...
Appreciate the way that you feel things,
Appreciate that there will be moments without big wins,
Appreciate every single mood swing,
Appreciate the fact that it is just how your heart sings,
Appreciate the harsh and the high winds,
Appreciate your strong wings,
Appreciate that not everyone needs to be saved,
Appreciate the fallen and the brave,
Appreciate your day and how you spend it,
Appreciate the people who are present when you end it.
- James McInerney
Instagram / Twitter @millsmc07
We are all born
with a purpose,
and we all are
And when we align
with our purpose,
and we become
Imagine allowing someone into your life and by doing so you risk everything!
Now imagine that once before you allowed that same person into your life and actually lost everything!
Does it even matter at all to them in the slightest?
Do they bother to take the opportunity to redeem themselves, or do they screw you over above and beyond anything that could be imagined?
How much debt can loving someone incur with them, when did it become so, where loving someone means you become indebted to them?
How can someone be so heartless and cruel while somehow still feeling like they are somehow the victim?
How can someone act as though they care while single handedly destroying th...
Behind the pain there is purpose.
Behind the mess there is a message.
Behind the test there is testimony.
Behind your toughest season is your
I erased your texts but it doesn’t mean I forgot what you said and We stopped talking but it doesn’t mean I forgot the sound of your voice.
-Silence In Echos
The spark you begin in me is impossibly difficult to put out. I find myself dwelling on memories of you, of stories I have now that I want to tell you.
Despite how absolutely foolish it is, I still want you to know everything about me. But I stop myself... knowing that you don’t feel the same way. And I finally know that I deserve more than that.
I hope you reach out to me.
I feel like I’ve made so many mistakes with you. There’s so much I wish I could take back - I’ve always been far too open for my own good. You said that I scared you. I wish I had held back, at least for you.
it's worth mentioning
that this was the exact moment
when it all slipped through
the grasp of tired fingers
exploding in shattered pieces
and other clever metaphors
that paint the broken nature
of what we once shared
It's also worth mentioning
upon such pointed reflection
how much blood we spilled
how many tears we shed
in service of reconciliation
despite the mounting evidence
of an impending collapse
It's worth mentioning
if you feel like keeping score