with love, from the future

written at 27 · to my 16-year-old self

I'm writing to tell you it gets loud in the best way. Not loud like the arguments you're bracing for. Loud like laughter in a kitchen full of people who see you exactly as you are and have no interest in any other version.

— Anonymous

written on a Sunday morning, in no hurry to be anywhere

with love,

from the future


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