“my voice will eat your entire soul from the inside out if you aren’t careful”— fucking weeping over the fact because I’m fully guilty of it! But smiling because it’s so true. Your voice devours, bites away because it’s erosive of all the shame that’s taught/internalized when you’re a loser girl. The girls, both real and fake, rose from the ashes, becoming a creation myth for those still stuck in the rubble. If waiting the how-many-years for book 2 makes me a ghost, I’ll haunt 🥲
i had to take a pen and write your words down with my hand, see them materialise before my eyes, blops of tears and fears and truth. in the end i wrote: "i adore when your voice is in my head". thank you for writing the posts here, and your book(s). if you are the monster, i wonder what that makes me. a pet, maybe. or your worst lamb out there. but it's so thrilling, to know you have all the answers. to know i won't even know them. and to read, and read, and read, until all is your voice, or your hand pointing, wordlessly. what an end to a year. sending my endless thankfulness.
“it’s actually disgusting, how scared I am, how much fear holds me back. the chains are sickening not because they’re so heavy but because they aren’t even fucking locked.” – oh man, this entry hit hard. very much trying to shake those chains off. thank you for writing and sharing 🩶
“I am relatively new to this blog, having been here only a few days, but my god — every entry, every post is so wonderfully elusive. Like a pin trying to get a tune out of a warped record, with me being the warped record. There’s so much I love and understand, and yet there’s still so much to discover, still so much to peer through. I’m glad I paid the £5 to read all these rich and beautiful thoughts. Thank you for sharing your art with the world :)
omg i just came here from your instagram and i'll be reading all of the posts now. and can i just say thank you for the book? it is my all time favorite
my so-called dream is to publish a novel. I long to leave the corporate world so deeply. it’s painstaking yet therapeutic. your sentiments make me feel seen.
Jealous (and loving) how your voice drags you in. Its like being held inside of something that's weighty and hypnotizing. So cool you shared all of this <3
welcome back cool cryptic girl in my phone <3
“my voice will eat your entire soul from the inside out if you aren’t careful”— fucking weeping over the fact because I’m fully guilty of it! But smiling because it’s so true. Your voice devours, bites away because it’s erosive of all the shame that’s taught/internalized when you’re a loser girl. The girls, both real and fake, rose from the ashes, becoming a creation myth for those still stuck in the rubble. If waiting the how-many-years for book 2 makes me a ghost, I’ll haunt 🥲
i had to take a pen and write your words down with my hand, see them materialise before my eyes, blops of tears and fears and truth. in the end i wrote: "i adore when your voice is in my head". thank you for writing the posts here, and your book(s). if you are the monster, i wonder what that makes me. a pet, maybe. or your worst lamb out there. but it's so thrilling, to know you have all the answers. to know i won't even know them. and to read, and read, and read, until all is your voice, or your hand pointing, wordlessly. what an end to a year. sending my endless thankfulness.
beautiful comment!!!! what a gift, thank you!
“it’s actually disgusting, how scared I am, how much fear holds me back. the chains are sickening not because they’re so heavy but because they aren’t even fucking locked.” – oh man, this entry hit hard. very much trying to shake those chains off. thank you for writing and sharing 🩶
“I am relatively new to this blog, having been here only a few days, but my god — every entry, every post is so wonderfully elusive. Like a pin trying to get a tune out of a warped record, with me being the warped record. There’s so much I love and understand, and yet there’s still so much to discover, still so much to peer through. I’m glad I paid the £5 to read all these rich and beautiful thoughts. Thank you for sharing your art with the world :)
your mind is the best mind x
Rereading my dark vanessa again. It feels like a bittersweet but warm hug💕 this book makes me feel less alone, thank you for writing it.
omg i just came here from your instagram and i'll be reading all of the posts now. and can i just say thank you for the book? it is my all time favorite
my so-called dream is to publish a novel. I long to leave the corporate world so deeply. it’s painstaking yet therapeutic. your sentiments make me feel seen.
Jealous (and loving) how your voice drags you in. Its like being held inside of something that's weighty and hypnotizing. So cool you shared all of this <3
your writing gives me life