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natasha // 23 // literature & dogs

[howtoknoweverything]

how to: become the writer you thought you’d always be

Last night, I watched a documentary on Nora Ephron made by her son after she died. It’s called “Everything Is Copy,” after something Nora’s mother used to say to her. Everything is copy: that means it’s all yours for the taking. If you lived it, if you know somebody who lived it, if you once imagined you might live it – it’s all fair game. If you lived it, you can write it.

And if you haven’t lived it? If you’re 23 years old and you’ve spent all that time, 23 long years of it, waiting for things to happen to you?

That’s the part I’m not sure about.

But I bet if I asked Nora, she’d say, “You make it up.”

Of course you do.  

You pick up your pen or your damn laptop and you make words come out of your fingertips and you try not to hate them. You never erase, because you’re afraid of the delete key and the possibility that things once lost are gone forever. You abandon a blog. You start a different blog. You abandon that one and start again. You try to find your voice.

You try to find your voice again. You had it, once. But maybe that voice, the sad, broken one that you wrote with in high school – maybe that voice wasn’t yours. Maybe it was just on loan to you, a library book long overdue, until you found your own.

Is this it? Does it feel right? You should go walk on the tile floor, on the hardwood, see if it rubs in the wrong places. You feel any blisters coming? That’s okay. Sometimes it takes time to break new ones in. Maybe you’ll bleed, or maybe you’ll get calluses, the kind that only develop when something’s well-worn and well-traveled.

Maybe you’ll stay in this voice for a while. Maybe it’ll stretch with you. Maybe you’ll work it til its edges fray.  

Oh – it’s not the right one?

Don’t worry, keep looking. You’ll know it when you see it.  

[lyinginyourattic]

i wrote this two years ago and i have no idea what email address this blog is attached to so i guess it's lost forever??

[elektranatchios]

At this point, Ms. Bak, you’ll have a hard time getting rid of me.

[blondiepoison]

Amanda Seyfried by Sebastian Faena for UK Elle (July 2018)

[oliviavonhexe-deactivated201505]

Stevie Nicks was the first woman I ever heard say she had chosen not to have children because she cared more about her career. The first that ever warned me men might not like it if there are things more important to me than they are. The first that ever said that that was fine: sometimes, you have to leave them behind. Wherever she goes, she surrounds herself with girls. “I can’t imagine you in a bathing suit,” someone says in an interview for Rolling Stone, when Stevie says she likes to play in the pool in her backyard. “Yeah, well, you never will,” Stevie says. “There is never - ever - a man in the backyard. If there is, he is banished to the front of the house.” Men don’t get to look at Stevie Nicks unless Stevie Nicks wants men to look at Stevie Nicks. In her songs, even when she’s talking about how she has to change, she proclaims her power, her ability, her worth. She is a queen, she is a witch, she is a dragon, she is in control. She isn’t polite. She’s competitive. She’s bossy. She claimed all the things the men around her claimed — she spent as much money as they spent, had as much sex as they had, was as reckless as they were, stood at the front of the same stage — and never questioned that that was her right. The world tells us women are there for men, but despite all the boyfriends and the jokes about how she’s so easy and the sex-symbol status, she isn’t there for men at all. She does it without ever giving in to the men that dismiss her. She’s emotional. She’s dramatic. She raises her voice as much as she can. She thinks she’s pretty, she thinks she’s a star, and when her fans crowd up to the edge of the stage, crazy, she welcomes them, with open arms. She revels in it. She’s too much of a girl for you? She revels in it.

Stevie Nicks is a queen, a witch, a dragon

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[a-joyfuljourney]

[radical--acceptance]

[ms-mandy-m]

Christian Dior Spring 2017 Haute Couture

[kim-jisoo]

#i’m charles

[amormedarei-deactivated20200116]

🌾

[thefilmstage]

R.I.P. Carrie Fisher, who has passed away at the age of 60, her family confirms.

[legionofpotatoes]

I cannot process this

[theprincessleia-deactivated2021]

Carrie Fisher hiding in the trash cans on the backlot of the Star Wars set, 1976

Carrie Fisher inside a trash can while doing promotion for The Empire Strikes Back, 1980

[roseydoux]

La Chinoise (1967)

[daryshkart]

Leia & forget-me-not flowers.

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[jesperfahey]

rest in peace to carrie frances fisher (October 21, 1956 – December 27, 2016)

[elcorhamletlive]

I can’t spend any more time and energy on artifice and bullshit.