For 1000 followers, I'd like to do something special and personal. From now until 1 July 2026, send me an ask with your name, a little bit about yourself, and your stalker beloved to recieve a special letter from them.
It'll be scary sweet and short, about 1000 words a piece. Tell me how you met (if you've even met at all), what they like about you. Are they an ex? A friend? An enemy? A stranger?
General guidelines for requests found here. All requests will be answered under the tags 'high on love letters' and 'highon1000' if you're looking for yours. I promise to get to every single one.
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First of all, my beloved, congratulations on your 1000 followers! Truly, you deserve them more tham any other blog on this app, and I hope that by now, you know how precious your writing is to me and how deeply I cherish you.
Now, I NEED a letter, more than anything. And also, you know how obsessed I am with ℬrock, so I'll have him, please. I wish for my name to be 𝒜𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋, and I want him as the only ex (scared to date anyone else after him), and it ended badly, because of the age gap and his behavious, and I went no contact.
Other than that, i truly don't know what to say. I want it just disgustingly scary and perverted and yeah, he is messed up
LOVE YOU my baby I KNOW U WONT DISAPPOINT
Dear Angel,
Good on you for turning down that man from the coffee shop — I wouldn’t want to miss your wind down routine because I had to take care of him. He stared at your ass as you left. I appreciate he has taste but I wasn’t amused by this. You’ll have to get used to your new barista for at least a month — I believe it takes six weeks for broken bones to heal.
I hope you don’t feel too bad about it. Trust me, he’s some idiot kid — you don’t wanna know his search history. And you should know he’s a coward, angel. The things you got mad at me for you’d find on his browser, I’ll tell you that much, but he’s a timid little shit, he’d never go through with it. He pissed himself before I’d even cracked his nose.
Try as I might, honey, I really can’t see what you saw in him. I watched you flirt, but I won’t hold it against you — you’re young, you want to see the world, play the field, I get it, I just had to put a stop to it before you went too far. You would have regretted it, trust me.
You might think the breakup was harsh on me but not that much has changed, really — I still watch you breathe, sleep, laugh, just from a distance. And I don’t have to miss the feeling of you squeezing me, baby. You thought it was your period, how cute.
My intention is never to scare you, honey, with anything I do, you’re just a little thick sometimes. You’re so fuckin’ smart except for when you’re not. I just had to give you a little reminder to not get too close. I can’t stop you from windowshopping, but just know if you value a man’s life, leave him alone.
