Hey. I just finished reading (sobbing) your piece on @Hannah Connolly zine and came on Substack to find you only to realize I’m already subscribed and already read it yet I didn’t even remember it. I guess it’s true that words find us when we’re ready or not but I guess now it’s the time that I stood still long enough (reading in print has this effect on you) to really let your words sink in. I’m someone who always lives in my head, always chasing a milestone, always looking for the next shiny destination to distract me out of the life I live. Today I stood still long enough to see (but not stare) my neighbours move from room to room as the lights flicker, to listen to the laundry machine do its thing cause I promised myself I’ll only sit down and read after I tackle THAT chair in the room. The evening is quiet and not quite dark yet and I realize with joy that it’s only 7pm and my mom is taking a nap in the living room and the house is messy but peaceful and that’s a beauty that I wouldn’t find had I not read your piece again and had I not forced myself to stay still. So thank you dear stranger for coming my way twice, writing is a funny thing indeed.
hi eva—i’m so sorry i missed your comment for so long, i took a bit of a substack break for a while so only just saw it! but wow, what a beautiful and kind thing to say, and i’m so incredibly touched that my piece meant something to you 🥰 writing is funny isn’t it! and yours is so wonderful too, thanks again x
Hey. I just finished reading (sobbing) your piece on @Hannah Connolly zine and came on Substack to find you only to realize I’m already subscribed and already read it yet I didn’t even remember it. I guess it’s true that words find us when we’re ready or not but I guess now it’s the time that I stood still long enough (reading in print has this effect on you) to really let your words sink in. I’m someone who always lives in my head, always chasing a milestone, always looking for the next shiny destination to distract me out of the life I live. Today I stood still long enough to see (but not stare) my neighbours move from room to room as the lights flicker, to listen to the laundry machine do its thing cause I promised myself I’ll only sit down and read after I tackle THAT chair in the room. The evening is quiet and not quite dark yet and I realize with joy that it’s only 7pm and my mom is taking a nap in the living room and the house is messy but peaceful and that’s a beauty that I wouldn’t find had I not read your piece again and had I not forced myself to stay still. So thank you dear stranger for coming my way twice, writing is a funny thing indeed.
hi eva—i’m so sorry i missed your comment for so long, i took a bit of a substack break for a while so only just saw it! but wow, what a beautiful and kind thing to say, and i’m so incredibly touched that my piece meant something to you 🥰 writing is funny isn’t it! and yours is so wonderful too, thanks again x
this is stunning, I’m so glad you wrote this ✨
aw that’s so lovely of you to say, thank you!! ❤️
delicious + exquisite
very kind x
Love this 💖
i’m so glad!! 💖
This is bloody gorgeous 🩷
ah thank you so much!! 💓
reading this felt like a hug.... why am i crying?! 🥺️
hehehe my work here is done 💓
Really enjoyed reading this, thank you x