May This Love Find Me 🤧

me when I can’t finish an essay I spent weeks researching for

Happy holidays, hope your christmas was amazing!

I am just delighted because I got to see family and friends.

I also am happy because I got a new Didion book, and I am devouring it.

I haven't gone skiing yet and I oh so miss it, but there's barely any snow around here, so I'll have to wait or travel.

I'm going to spend a couple days at my house in the south of france and I haven't even started packing my bags yet, I guess I'll do it last minute.

Like always, lots of love, happy holidays,

Anna 🫶🏻

Starting uni today, I've been trying to hold my tears in since I woke up. I couldn't get much sleep because of how nervous I was, I woke up at three in the morning, and finally got up to get ready at five; It's almost seven now.

How strange this is, I feel as if my youth withered away. I miss my childhood, and especially my teenage years, which weren't too cheerful as I was a strange child, and even stranger teenage girl. I guess nostalgia is a bitch, but I just want to be fourteen again. Time goes by so quickly I'm getting whiplash.

I'm scared about meeting people, scared to not make friends, scared to be that weird teenage girl forever. I can't eat, my stomach's all closed up, and I've got a migraine. God, this is weird.

Anyway, I'll keep you posted, lots of love,

Anna.

me and @prettywritergirl

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eclectic array from the button museum.

literally the most beautiful man to ever exist

Al Pacino behind the scenes of The Godfather (1972)

I just finished the second week of uni. It went by really quickly, it's been good. I don't have much work yet so I've been getting back into substack lately.

I made an instagram account specifically for my writing, it's @thatswhytheycallmeanitaa, i hope you follow it. I also hope you follow my substack, you won't regret it.

I'm currently reading Antigone, for uni; it always makes me tear up. I'm writing a lot, in fact I will post an essay on substack tomorrow (hopefully).

Substack is a strange place, just as tumblr or letterboxd are, it's hard to find a community there, plus nobody I know in real life ever uses any of these apps. Most of my Substack followers and subscribers are people I know irl who decided to subscribe to do me a favor, but they never read, like or comment on my posts; it's discouraging.

For all my life I've thought the only possible job I could ever have was to be a writer or artist, now, already in university, I fear people might not want to consume my art; I fear being invisible.

Maybe this is weird, but I'm scared. I've only ever wanted to write, and to have people consume my writing.

Anyways, I'm going crazy but I still love all of you,

Xx, lots of love,

Anna