this is an articulation of lived emotional experience that joan didion herself would be in awe of reading. i always feel so lucky to read what you write.
I love the scraped knee metaphor. Oddly, the first time I fell off my bike and scraped my knee, it left a scar that I still have to this day. I've been stuck in a nostalgia spiral for too long that I wish would end and this is the perfect way to describe it.
I wish I could loan you the experience of that crippling, crushing sadness. I completely understand the appeal of it, but it would also be nice to take a break from it when it hits.
there's a sort of beauty to childhood scars. they have a way of reminding you you're a person and that you have not always felt (or not felt) This Way. sometimes, you can even remember the pain that came before the scar. this is beautifully written and made me remember the story behind a long scar on my shin that i forget about all too often.
you always capture life's most fleeting feelings in the most elegant and precise prose. thank you for sharing a feeling I didn't know could be put into words!
this is an articulation of lived emotional experience that joan didion herself would be in awe of reading. i always feel so lucky to read what you write.
how do you articulate these feelings i never knew i had
right??
“…im begging the universe to let me scrape my knee”
I love the scraped knee metaphor. Oddly, the first time I fell off my bike and scraped my knee, it left a scar that I still have to this day. I've been stuck in a nostalgia spiral for too long that I wish would end and this is the perfect way to describe it.
I wish I could loan you the experience of that crippling, crushing sadness. I completely understand the appeal of it, but it would also be nice to take a break from it when it hits.
the way you manipulate language is so jarringly beautiful. your writing style always hooks me immediately
“scrape your knee, it is only skin
makes the sound of
violins”
— joanna newsom
Your writing is so incredibly evocative, just brilliant.
me and my french toast rn: 😮😮
Beautifully written ❤️
there's a sort of beauty to childhood scars. they have a way of reminding you you're a person and that you have not always felt (or not felt) This Way. sometimes, you can even remember the pain that came before the scar. this is beautifully written and made me remember the story behind a long scar on my shin that i forget about all too often.
Feeling your feelings and feeling safe to share them is so important. (I’m seeing vampire weekend tonight in Barcelona!)
this is so gut wrenching and beautiful. thank you thank you thank you
<3 <3 <3
you always capture life's most fleeting feelings in the most elegant and precise prose. thank you for sharing a feeling I didn't know could be put into words!
My favourite piece of yours so far this year ❤️