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I’m 25, y’all. I can’t act like that sexed-up, mentally ill, rabid fifteen-year-old forever
I’ve written a bunch of long novels since then and honestly, I loved working on them. They were everything I cared about: my politics, my beliefs, my messy little truths. Writing them was liberating. I had so much anger, and so much truth fighting for space inside me.
I’m not that miserable, overly sensitive kid anymore. I’m happy now, genuinely, and I’ll be shamelessly myself from here on out. I’ll talk about everything that represents me, because this is my space.
And it’s a space I’m willing to share with anyone who finds comfort in it. I want it to be a safe place for the afraid, the insecure, and the angry the ones who are just burnt out from trying too hard to fit in.
TT--TT
@eleutheromaniia Wow. I don't even know what to say, this is one of the most moving messages I've ever received. Thank you for taking the time to write out this memory and for letting me know how much the reading became a ritual and a source of peace for you. Hearing about the summer nights and how it helped you disconnect from the chaos truly means the world. It’s a beautiful thing to look back on those distinct moments of growth, and I’m honored that my work was there to keep you company. Thank you for celebrating that nostalgia with me and for all your kindness. Wishing you all the very best. To know my works were a refuge during a hard time is the highest compliment. SERIOUSLY BABE I’m so thankful for you and your support
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eleutheromaniia
@TT--TT I'm really happy for you for finding your own path and for getting in tune with your feelings and needs without feeling like you have to fit a certain standard or a certain demand, i personally never expected you to stay the person you were 8 years ago because all of us grow up and change, not even us, your readers, are who we were when we first read your books. If i were to speak honestly, your works geniuenly marked a period of my life that was rather full of confusions, losses and a quite deep instability, and so i found refuge in them, i would read them in long summer nights while feeling the soft breeze getting into my room, i would read and reread every single description and dialogue you've written to try and depict it best through my imgination, i would read comments and laugh out loud at how funny everyone was, i would screenshot my favorite parts and send them to my best friend to discuss them with me. The reading felt like a whole ritual that would disconnect me from the chaos i would feel through the day and so i was looking forward to that alone time every evening, because only then could i get a moment of peace. Now that life passed on and everything has changed, i sometimes long to experience that peaceful feeling amidst the chaos once again, except that i could no longer have access to what used to keep me company at the time. Its not blame, its nostalgia, and i might not represent the majority of your readers, but i do believe many of us come from a place of nostalgia. I do hope to be able to read your works again someday, i think no matter how old i would get, i will always remember them, but until then (or probably never as you might decide to never reupload them again) i hope you keep thriving and im always thankful for you for being such a beautiful destinctive memory of my adolscence.
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sal_mx2
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ghostinmydiary
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لقطه الهليكوبتر بالحفلة هي لقطتي المفضلة
laremasx
فجأة اتذكرت لما يوسفين كانت بالمعسكر وكانت تتسلق وتتدرب فجأة شاف ملابسها القصيرة العسكريه اللي هو مختارها للكل وما عجبه الوضع وغار ولمن اجت عليه وهو يلعب شطرنج واعترفت اله بحبها وهو أسقط الحجر من ايده وراح ركض حضنها ولمن خلت السم بالحمرة وباسته وخدرته والكثير الكثير
nckuur
يمة كمية الاشتياق الج مو طبيعية بزمن جنت صغيرة جنت حرفيا معتبرتج قدوتي ك كاتبة و اليوم ورة عشر سنين رجعت لهنا و لكيتك حاذفة كلشي اتمنى تكونين بخير
mewithkoo
مش هترجعي؟