It’s my birthday today, and I’m turning an age I never thought I’d even get to, though still very very young in the number, but this made me pause from all the anxiety of growing older and rejecting that time is flying by faster than I can interpret, but rather be extremely grateful and present. Thank you!!
this is my first post of yours that i have read, and funnily enough reading it gave me a sense of nostalgia - tumblr 10 years ago. i'm still on tumblr now but your post gave me the same heart evoking yet eye opening feeling tumblr used to give me all the time when i was 14. trying to link back to your point of nostalgia, i cannot pinpoint the exact correlation between your writing and tumblr 10 years ago gave me, apart from the thought of 'i really like it here' and a quote from the book 'the wedding people' which is 'there are some people in this world who remind you of exactly how you like to speak'. basically, this is my first impression of you and i immediately thought i'd like to read your posts like a daily newspaper!
Thank you for the early birthday present 🎁 can I print this article to keep it in my bookshelf and reread it whenever summer arrives with the nostalgia ?? God you should write a book at least then I will be able to highlight sentences that spoke to my soul, sentences that made me pause. At least then I will be able to carry that book like it carries my whole world inside if you know what I mean. But even if you don't write one, I just hope you know what an astonishing writer you are. I have read your work before but this one speaks to my soul especially about childhood and how lonely it felt at times, but we still reminisce it not because it was good or whatsoever but because we had a hope that future what be so much better than whatever we're going through right now. that we were living in present pausing to look at sunset, hoping for the best. I don't even know how to explain what I felt when I was reading your article thank you so much for writing this 🤍 but seriously can I print this ??
I have always despised summers, honestly. In summers, I felt the whole world mocking me for not having friends. Genuine one.
With me not to borrow notes or to copy homework.
In summer break, when I saw children running around, screaming with joy, dancing in rain, together, something in me always arched. That I never got to live the childhood. I was the eldest daughter always taking care of my cousins, while they get to enjoy their childhood. Now that I'm growing out of teenage phase, I miss living more than ever, because I know After I'm an adult, I'll only have more responsibilities and only more pain to always take care of others while I'm slowly aching everywhere. I still despise them.
But I hope, As I grow older, things change. Maybe for better.
I couldn’t stop my tears from falling as I read through this. Summer is back again and I survived another year. Summers are really hot and humid where I live so there is no way I could stay outdoors and this breaks my heart as nature lover and stargazer. That’s why I tend to get depressed and reflect on my life. Thoughts about growing up, change and grief have always occupied my mind. I related to this post and felt uneasy and uncomfortable by it. Thank you for sharing your thoughts.
loved the bit where u talked about time being vertical - I heavily resonate with this gosh also I think a part of what made childhood really special was also the presence we had at the time . I think we barely are present which is crazy cuz that’s all we ever were
It’s my birthday today, and I’m turning an age I never thought I’d even get to, though still very very young in the number, but this made me pause from all the anxiety of growing older and rejecting that time is flying by faster than I can interpret, but rather be extremely grateful and present. Thank you!!
Happy Birthday Amie! 🤍
Brilliantly wise. Captivates perfectly the slow nostalgia which comes with the onset of summer heat. I could read and reread this endlessly
you describe grief and adulthood very precisely. what a superb work! your writings make me feel things👏
this is my first post of yours that i have read, and funnily enough reading it gave me a sense of nostalgia - tumblr 10 years ago. i'm still on tumblr now but your post gave me the same heart evoking yet eye opening feeling tumblr used to give me all the time when i was 14. trying to link back to your point of nostalgia, i cannot pinpoint the exact correlation between your writing and tumblr 10 years ago gave me, apart from the thought of 'i really like it here' and a quote from the book 'the wedding people' which is 'there are some people in this world who remind you of exactly how you like to speak'. basically, this is my first impression of you and i immediately thought i'd like to read your posts like a daily newspaper!
"but whenever i experience nostalgia, it feels closer to grief." crying my eyes out because i feel the same way.
Thank you for the early birthday present 🎁 can I print this article to keep it in my bookshelf and reread it whenever summer arrives with the nostalgia ?? God you should write a book at least then I will be able to highlight sentences that spoke to my soul, sentences that made me pause. At least then I will be able to carry that book like it carries my whole world inside if you know what I mean. But even if you don't write one, I just hope you know what an astonishing writer you are. I have read your work before but this one speaks to my soul especially about childhood and how lonely it felt at times, but we still reminisce it not because it was good or whatsoever but because we had a hope that future what be so much better than whatever we're going through right now. that we were living in present pausing to look at sunset, hoping for the best. I don't even know how to explain what I felt when I was reading your article thank you so much for writing this 🤍 but seriously can I print this ??
so wonderful. i'm currently swimming in a summer of uncertainty, but your words reminded me that even the painful moments in life mean something.
excellent piece of writing here :)
i enjoyed reading it and wish it didn’t end. i’m glad we’re all in the same boat.
‘today is the good ole days’ really made me stop and think
I have always despised summers, honestly. In summers, I felt the whole world mocking me for not having friends. Genuine one.
With me not to borrow notes or to copy homework.
In summer break, when I saw children running around, screaming with joy, dancing in rain, together, something in me always arched. That I never got to live the childhood. I was the eldest daughter always taking care of my cousins, while they get to enjoy their childhood. Now that I'm growing out of teenage phase, I miss living more than ever, because I know After I'm an adult, I'll only have more responsibilities and only more pain to always take care of others while I'm slowly aching everywhere. I still despise them.
But I hope, As I grow older, things change. Maybe for better.
its beautifull and i loved it .what else i can say really have no words. xoxo
Beautifully written. Thank you.
I couldn’t stop my tears from falling as I read through this. Summer is back again and I survived another year. Summers are really hot and humid where I live so there is no way I could stay outdoors and this breaks my heart as nature lover and stargazer. That’s why I tend to get depressed and reflect on my life. Thoughts about growing up, change and grief have always occupied my mind. I related to this post and felt uneasy and uncomfortable by it. Thank you for sharing your thoughts.
This hits different reading this on a flight going back to my adult reality 😭 love your work, thank you!
loved the bit where u talked about time being vertical - I heavily resonate with this gosh also I think a part of what made childhood really special was also the presence we had at the time . I think we barely are present which is crazy cuz that’s all we ever were
this was incredible from start to finish 🤍
No wayyyy. This essay feel like a personal to me. I thought you stole my diary 😭😭😭 thank you for writing this one