"I didn’t know how to tell him that I liked 'me' back then about it" -- Dang, don't I know it. Fiddling with this thought a lot recently, trying not to get bogged down by the weight of nostalgia as my life continues to enter unfamiliar territories . Thanks always for your poignancy <3
Really, really - these musings where you’re showing so much of yourself make me feel so seen in so much of me. Lots of the attachment to nostalgia and memories and endings and dancing and simple beauty and trying to help someone else see it- hit right in the heart. Thank you 💓
Anna, this one really hits home. 20 years your “senior”, I can say that you are having to tackle inevitable existential challenges earlier than most everyone. It seems like you never get a break.But it’s what you choose to do with these challenges that is so impressive. All of us readers are learning through your pain, joy, moments of melancholy and doubt, and ultimate arrival at forward motion to be hopeful and steeled that when it is out time to handle such matters, we too can come through it compassionately. Thank your for helping us, and allowing others to help you as well. We love you.
I love your post. It is poetic, raw, authentic and peaceful. I feel your very soul touching mine through this post and these photos. Life is hard and people seem to like to make it harder on social media. The media is not where life is, the world is where the life is. Thank you for staying away from trolls and to live your life free and beautiful. You are living it in the real world and not behind a screen and for that, I thank you from the bottom of my heart.
I wasn’t expecting how your voice sounds, but at the same time it was exactly what I was hoping it would sound like... it was very lovely to hear your article even after I’d read it intermittently at work. Thanks for reading it for us.
God I love your writing and your life. Thank you, thank you for it and for your statement which, oof, do I know.
Thank you Holly.
"I didn’t know how to tell him that I liked 'me' back then about it" -- Dang, don't I know it. Fiddling with this thought a lot recently, trying not to get bogged down by the weight of nostalgia as my life continues to enter unfamiliar territories . Thanks always for your poignancy <3
Love and solidarity (and always a giggle) to you Valen
“I didn’t know how to tell him that I liked me back then about it “. 🫠🥹
Loved this in its entirety x
Thank you Tess
Really, really - these musings where you’re showing so much of yourself make me feel so seen in so much of me. Lots of the attachment to nostalgia and memories and endings and dancing and simple beauty and trying to help someone else see it- hit right in the heart. Thank you 💓
Thanks for always reading Emily <3
Anna, this one really hits home. 20 years your “senior”, I can say that you are having to tackle inevitable existential challenges earlier than most everyone. It seems like you never get a break.But it’s what you choose to do with these challenges that is so impressive. All of us readers are learning through your pain, joy, moments of melancholy and doubt, and ultimate arrival at forward motion to be hopeful and steeled that when it is out time to handle such matters, we too can come through it compassionately. Thank your for helping us, and allowing others to help you as well. We love you.
I couldn't ask for more, thank you.
Poem made me cry immediately. This is one your most beautiful (I think), thank you
isn't it the best?
I love your post. It is poetic, raw, authentic and peaceful. I feel your very soul touching mine through this post and these photos. Life is hard and people seem to like to make it harder on social media. The media is not where life is, the world is where the life is. Thank you for staying away from trolls and to live your life free and beautiful. You are living it in the real world and not behind a screen and for that, I thank you from the bottom of my heart.
appreciate this reflection so much. Thank you.
You are quitei welcome.
I really love reading your newsletters. Thank you
Thank YOU for reading
beautiful photographs <3
CANON T2I BABY
"I always left a trail of things to hold my place."
very insightful!
I quit my job today. This came at just the right time.
I wasn’t expecting how your voice sounds, but at the same time it was exactly what I was hoping it would sound like... it was very lovely to hear your article even after I’d read it intermittently at work. Thanks for reading it for us.
This is so beautiful. I loved hearing you read it. The way you capture the moments and emotions of life is evocative and gorgeous.
And I appreciate your statement. It’s brutal out there. 💜
so so tender, thank you. really loved hearing it in your voice.
Aching. Both the "I liked me back then" and "nights like that can’t be recreated."