For a moment I stopped. I stopped knowing. My words stayed still and loose inside me, between the beats that give my body breaths and the lines of my vertebrae. I am trying to learn to not put a name on everything. I am trying to not hold myself back with commas and periods and the spaces in between the words that match the pauses within me. I want the forming and the writing to be as effortless as the lungs that sustain me. I want and I try but I do not know how.
For the record, I would really appreciate it if all of you would consider submitting to Letters for December and/or spreading the word. I think it has potential, and I would really really love to get enough submissions to make the month. And I don’t believe a single one of you doesn’t have something worth being said.
Reblogging because I love this girl and I love this idea.
Despite the fact that I was obscenely lazy I managed to get the stuff done that needed to be done, while still being able to watch 4 episodes of Band of Brothers. Also, skyping with Katherine. Because today we both lost the ability to talk and at least I was not the only one.
Inspired by the “No Shame November” project and an interview in which Laura Marling said a friend told her to write to those she could no longer write to, this is a project allowing you to do just that. For people you never met, for those you no longer know, or for those your words can’t reach. For broken exclamations or joys needing to be shared or things simply left unsaid. Write to who you need. Sign a name. Leave a story for the month of December.
As with No Shame November, this is not meant to be anonymous word vomit intended for anyone who will listen. Sign yourself to this in some way, whether it’s a name, a url, an initial, or something only yours. Know who you’re speaking to. And speak loudly.
Speak to the stranger sitting next to you on the bus, to lovers past or present, to yourself at the age of 13 or now, to your mother, or to someone you left behind long ago.
Okay so a lot of people have been asking me about my happiness posts, and since I’m in a sharing kind of mood I’m going to write a lot about it (under a “read more” break because I don’t like to fill up people’s dashboards) anxiety cat, anyone?
”I think you could fall in love with anyone if you saw the parts of them that no one else gets to see. Like if you followed them around invisibly for a day and you saw them crying in their bed at night or singing to themselves as they make a sandwich or even just walking along the street and even if they were really weird and had no friends at school, I think after seeing them at their most vulnerable you wouldn’t be able to help falling in love with them.”
I’m having a lot of trouble with this today…I really miss my friends and I haven’t been listening to much music and I’ve been fiercely unmotivated over break with my homework because I hate when the holidays are over. However, I see Laura Marling in 6 days and soon I will never have to worry about the useless anxieties that school has to offer.
“For what it’s worth: it’s never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be. There’s no time limit, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you’re proud of. If you find that you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again.”—F. Scott Fitzgerald (via girlinlondon)