#scribblah substack

[rissareee]

there’s something so special and so scary about putting your writing out for the public to read. i feel so exposed but also so mysterious & cool yk???

[rissareee]

i need this suffering to end……

[rissareee]

I'm having so much trouble writing a personal column for substack because my essay on turning almost-thirty and experiencing imminent woman death isn't speaking to me in the way I want to...

I can't even call it writers block because I'm writing my manuscript perfectly fine.

[rissareee]

hi people in my phone!!! i wrote about procrastination and abandonment and a really good movie!

it’s been a while since the writing bug has hit this hard and i’m really excited so share some of the things i’ve been working on in the past few weeks!

please check it out & maybe subscribe (it’s free 🫨)

notes from may (and all the months before)

professional procrastination, Almost Famous, and absence

[rissareee]

been feeling a lot & thinking a lot & living a lot & writing it all down. hope u take the time to read

scribblah | carissa danielle | Substack

truths, lies, secrets, stories, and a whole lot of feelings. Click to read scribblah, by carissa danielle, a Substack publication. Launched

[rissareee]

who wants to read a love story?

"We met during freshman year of college… sort of. It was an unusually hot autumn in Chicago, the leaves had yet to fall, in fact they were still stubbornly clinging to their branches and stretching up toward the sun on the trees that lined the quad on campus. It’s too hot, annoyingly so, and I live at least ten minutes away from my class. I’m shielding my face and glaring up at the sun, cursing it for its existence and wondering why it’s so hot. It’s September and I’ve just switched my major to English after an embarrassing week long stint with Film Studies. For the sake of time, I knew I should have taken the path by the lake because when I got to class — a sixty-five minute lecture on Shakespeare of all things — the desks were already arranged in a tight socratic style circle and there was one seat left. I was sweaty and out for breath from trudging both across campus and up four flights of stairs. My clothes laid askew and my hair was flying out of the slick ponytail I shoved it into. The professor silently handed me a syllabus, and when I looked up our eyes met. You offered me a smile, as if to say “I get it”."

Read the rest here!

[rissareee]

i thought i would share another little snippet of my writing!

the mixture of still living at home, the holidays, and a ton of sentimental energy had me thinking about the last time i talked to my former best friend. it’s been years now, somewhere around six… maybe more (idk im bad at math!). either way she’s someone who i miss but i know we are better off without each other.

if you’re thinking about friends that changed your life & friends you miss but it’s been too long for you to contact them… consider reading this piece i wrote about it :)

we were girls together

memories of an old friend

[rissareee]

hi ppl on this silly little app! i’m back with a bit of a recap from the month of july.

i was thinking a lot about self improvement this month and found that i was tearing myself apart in the process…. here’s some reflections on that. i hope you enjoy and maybe even find some pieces of this you can take with you

introspection, existentialism, and DIY projects