Letters to a Lost Friend

Curated by V Jacqueline

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I spent a lot of time hating myself because of what happened between us. I felt like I'd failed you, myself and us.

I'm sorry. I was lost in my own selfish thoughts. I lacked perspective. I've grown a lot and am still growing.

...I hope you learn to love yourself if you don't already. I do not ask for our paths to cross again, I just thought I'd tell you that I'll be fine, I've finally gotten around to acknowledging that...

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I hope someday we love each other again

But if that doesn't happen, then so be it

If I ever see you in passing,

I'll wave

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It’s funny, in the beginning she always asked me to never leave her. “Please don’t make better friends and forget about our love, forget about me, about us.”

Funny, because in the end, she was the one who wound up leaving, and I was left wondering what I was worth. Were all those secret moments we stole still relevant? All those dreams we exchanged through late night texts, all those times she showed me where boys had left their mark on her heart, places she hadn’t even let herself see.

I told her about the people who had left their mark on mine, and it’s funny because, that’s who she left me for. I just don’t know why, don’t know where we started to walk away from one another. I was left on the curb, watching her hair swing with the bounce in her step, hoping she’d look back. Hoping she’d remember who she was walking away from, just enough to care to take one more look. But she didn’t. And I really can’t tell you what hurts more, the fact that she’s forgotten, or that I can’t seem to.

Wistful teenage ambition translated in the shape of love letters, in the shape of your body’s shadow on my wall; so this is what heartbreak looks like.

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 this is from early summer. this is like the first time i've fallen in mutual love and fear got in the way of being with her like it just became so real and some part of me was struggling to embrace my sexuality. but i just know like i feel it that we'll be together again as cliche as it sounds.

this is from early summer. this is like the first time i've fallen in mutual love and fear got in the way of being with her like it just became so real and some part of me was struggling to embrace my sexuality. but i just know like i feel it that we'll be together again as cliche as it sounds.

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Be cautious. It’s so easy to loose yourself. She’s beautiful, she’s a light worker, an earth influencer. She’s a lot to handle but I love her so much please take care of her for me.
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Interview By Roxy Jamin

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This broken girl with ever changing hair that loved the high a little more than her friends and hated goodbyes so she just left loose ends instead.

An endless trail of broken hearts that started and ended with mine.
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I'm peeling apart my skin as I start to become less comfortable within it.

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Our hearts filled with acid

Pumping through our tired bodies

We tried to make this happen

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Special thanks to the following contributors:

Lee
Karina Pineada
Raymond Chavez
Ally Flygare
Anna Caputo
Georgia Seizis
Kimia Mohebi
Razeen
Roxy Jamin

Kyla Rain
Micah Alvarado
Grace Gallagher
The Blank Minds
Elizabeth Byington
Tyus Lui
Rylee Hooper
Hannah Pang
Lilli Todd
Juriel Furukawa

Mica Lopez
Azaria Revereza
Jasmine Fernandez
Clara Daly
Katarina Wickman
Priscilla Tsagli
Mabel Parker
Grace Babb
Megan Brenner
Sydney Snell
Pedro Salcido

Delaney Faith
Camila Isabel
Maybelle "Peaches" Valdellon Vergara
HeeEun Chung
Sophia Kovalcik
Ciera Lei Cayabyab
Clara Daly

Raymond Chavez
Alex Rafaelov
Chloe K
Tiffany Ramirez
Zach Gross
Cami Cruz
Allison Barr
Emma Hernandez
Mia Caputo

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Here are some personal outtakes <3 

A Letter to a past lover

I healed from our breakup a long time ago. But I'm still healing from the things you did to me while we were dating. And you never apologized to me for your emotional manipulation. I don't think you even knew it was there.

This is me. And this is my self-preservation.

You don't get to dictate how I cope.

Love,

V.

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cleaning my tattoos for the first time

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didnt listen ;-)

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i didn't even post this i was too embarrassed lol

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where was i

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a text from a friend

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a text to HeeEun

 

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i didn't realize it at the time

but my first photographed case of dysphoria

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dyed hair and eyebrows 10 minutes before work,

rinsed off in a bathtub

A letter to a future lover

My love,
I will never be resentful
I will never make love to you without loving you
I will love you with all of my soul with all of my skin
With all the fears I've been clinging onto like bed sheets crumpled in my fists
Fears look like my shadows
I am not one to let people plant things in my body
without permission                                                                                                                          But I would remove the aching emptiness and make room for you
I will give you my consent
I usually don't let myself explore what it means to take up space
To feel safe
To be asked "is this okay?" and have my hesitant, retreating body silenced by my own instinctual
"yes"
I never felt safe
Especially when I prayed to Him
And he preyed on my prayers
Realized my vulnerability
Then ignored my begging
I am no longer His
Not Yours
But mine
Two tattoos on my wrists to remind myself I'm not property
To detach myself from objectification and to "be" without feeling co-dependent and lustful
My love
I can't tell you I love you before I can internally tell that to myself
But I'm close
I feel a sun I've never felt before
My skin is no longer malleable by other hands
I can't be forcibly removed from my emotions anymore
I'm not apathetic to help anyone else heal
I feel everything.
At 18, I will love myself
Then love you
My love for you is in the air

 
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orange light outside starbucks

 
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the gay agenda

 

 

contemplating a subtitle

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the end.