My birthday is Dec. 31st. Every year, I am reminded that as I celebrate my new year, others are celebrating the end of theirs. It certainly brings a sense of ending to each one of my birthdays that, I think, makes me pay extra attention to passing time. I loved this read—thank you 💌
Literally wish I wrote this because WHAT IN THE GUT-PUNCH WAS THIS. This was eerily too relatable, down to the details about the belief of 2012 being the year that the world ends 😭 I’ve been ruminating on all the memories I never got to make and the what-ifs a lot more the past few days, and college coming to an end soon is adding insult to injury. I feel like time is always slipping from my hands just as I try to make sense of it and desperately hold onto things, especially with covid distorting our perception of time. I hope we’re kinder in reminding ourselves to be more present and find beauty in the mundane, even though it’s a lot easier said than done.
Beach House. I had not heard them before, and immediately I liked the sound. It blended into me, the way I think, the way I see the world. I sometimes post music links when I think the feeling from the sound matches what I feel when writing, or more accurately, feeling that matches what I feel when I reread what I write when I have it the way I want it to be, if that does not sound too egotistical.
I particularly like the way you write. You have this ease and fluidity on topics that are difficult to describe and even to point to. That is unusual, even among the best writers. A light sense of casualness, as though listening in on your way of seeing and being, but finding as well this intensity of simply noticing and noting what is happening. Not forcing. Allowing. And yet still artfully created to purpose. I think of this kind of allowing as the intentional quality of all reality, of this limitless awareness. There is so much subtlety in this style, of deeper meanings unspoken.
I remember when I was born into this world. It seems like only last night. Wordless. Everywhere in and around me, it was simply what I knew from times that came before.
God i relate to this so much, time is all so blurry now and i really feel like i leave pieces of myself everywhere. Thank you for putting it into words🫶
My birthday is Dec. 31st. Every year, I am reminded that as I celebrate my new year, others are celebrating the end of theirs. It certainly brings a sense of ending to each one of my birthdays that, I think, makes me pay extra attention to passing time. I loved this read—thank you 💌
thank you so much for reading ✨🫶🏻
Literally wish I wrote this because WHAT IN THE GUT-PUNCH WAS THIS. This was eerily too relatable, down to the details about the belief of 2012 being the year that the world ends 😭 I’ve been ruminating on all the memories I never got to make and the what-ifs a lot more the past few days, and college coming to an end soon is adding insult to injury. I feel like time is always slipping from my hands just as I try to make sense of it and desperately hold onto things, especially with covid distorting our perception of time. I hope we’re kinder in reminding ourselves to be more present and find beauty in the mundane, even though it’s a lot easier said than done.
Thank you for writing this 🫶🏼
thank you so much for reading it and taking the time to write what you have felt while reading 🫶🏻✨
Beach House. I had not heard them before, and immediately I liked the sound. It blended into me, the way I think, the way I see the world. I sometimes post music links when I think the feeling from the sound matches what I feel when writing, or more accurately, feeling that matches what I feel when I reread what I write when I have it the way I want it to be, if that does not sound too egotistical.
I particularly like the way you write. You have this ease and fluidity on topics that are difficult to describe and even to point to. That is unusual, even among the best writers. A light sense of casualness, as though listening in on your way of seeing and being, but finding as well this intensity of simply noticing and noting what is happening. Not forcing. Allowing. And yet still artfully created to purpose. I think of this kind of allowing as the intentional quality of all reality, of this limitless awareness. There is so much subtlety in this style, of deeper meanings unspoken.
thank you so much ✨
I remember when I was born into this world. It seems like only last night. Wordless. Everywhere in and around me, it was simply what I knew from times that came before.
God i relate to this so much, time is all so blurry now and i really feel like i leave pieces of myself everywhere. Thank you for putting it into words🫶
thank youuuu✨❤️
All so real!!
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sorry sofy I’m officially restacking all your posts they’re so amazing 😭🥹💕
awww🫶🏻😭 thank you so much ✨
Everything is so relatable I wish I could restack it all. I can't seem to catch a break
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