Twelve Odd Months

Alexis Gavrelis. 25. I am learning to love the sound of my feet walking away from things not meant for me.

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Is anyone still out there????

I’d love to see you on Substack 🫶

Twelve Odd Months | Alexis Gavrelis | Substack

The oddest of months make the best of years. Click to read Twelve Odd Months, by Alexis Gavrelis, a Substack publication. Launched a year ag

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I don’t know how anyone is keeping all this stuff between cupped hands. https://www.instagram.com/p/CgdEs2kMzPk/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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1/30 #napowrimo

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(I needed to hear this.) And so maybe you do too.

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What would you tell your younger self?

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That February Feeling.

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Yeah. That’s the one.

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Sifting through old journal entries. Despite our best efforts, it’s near impossible to forget a single soul these days, isn’t it?

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hey, this is really out of the blue but i just wanted to let you know that 8 years ago your writing got me through my first heartbreak. i was 17 and found such comfort and beauty in your words, it really felt like the friend i needed at the time. i haven't been on this site in years and when i logged back on this page was the first that i checked. thank you :)

Thank you for this! I’m so glad you found some comfort here. Xoxo

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Olivia Rodrigo really took us all back to sixteen, huh? Good news: sixteen feels bigger than life when it happens, but then? Well, life happens. And it’s good.

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I’ve been coming back again and again to the idea of creating and the pressure we put on ourselves to be dripping with it always. It’s difficult to wrestle with the things I feel I must do and the things I would rather be doing.

Sometimes I clock in, clock out, collapse into bed. Can that be enough?

We’re all pumping ourselves out into the world in a million different ways. Look at this, look at me, look at the things that are mine. Aren’t I worth knowing?

They were all worth knowing.

Sometimes I’d really like to Stop This Train.

So goes the way of life & loss.

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I tell them to go.

I tell them to go live it.

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You know the drill! An innocuous-enough dream that upon waking slaps you straight across the face.

I’ve always been an other worldly type dreamer. And I guess now that still stands. But leave it to grief to flip the whole goddamn script.

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Oldie but a goodie that I think makes sense in the (almost wake) of 2020. Or always.

I wanted to breathe new life into this piece from 2015. A quick google search let me know that - no worries! Amazon & Walmart already had.

I know it’s a silly thing to be sad about, but for as long as I can remember I’ve had these words. They are me. Mine. I don’t get to say that about many things. I’m so glad they’ve brought so many people comfort or inspiration or the freedom to go. But it doesn’t make me feel any less sad.

When I started my Tumblr back in 2011, I had no idea what would become of it. But for the rest of my life I will be grateful for the following I built there. It is ours. As much as these words are mine, they are also yours.

Maybe that’s why a cheap reprint cuts me where it hurts: because I remember where it all began. How many times I was saved by a stranger. How many times a stranger, I hope (a little), was saved by me.

We were all a bunch of scared kids. Still are. And damn am I glad you’re here.

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I wish you all could witness this median strip. Because we are all so tangled up in each other. And we are all so far away.

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So I know that part of the deal of being human is the unavoidable heartache. I’m talking knees-drop-to-the-floor kind of heartache. And another part of the deal is wanting to quiet that ache. For yourself and for others. But when you recognize it as an irrevocable fact? Really, really sucks.

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I dont know if you even check this anymore, but i was reading through some old journals and found some of your writing from back in the day and let me say, you have such a beautiful gift for words. You have written some of my favorite things i have ever read. If you continue writing on some platform please let me know so i can follow you there. Your words bring me so much peace. Thank you.

Thank you for your kind words. I rarely update this tumblr any more, but for current posting you can find me on Instagram @_twelveoddmonths

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On the Subject of Expectations

I took a bath tonight, and I couldn't help thinking about the parallel between me now, and me five & a half years ago when I was waiting to hear back from Tulane. I sat in the bath for an entire...

“We have all these expectations for ourselves. We have boxes that need to be checked, and bills that need to be paid, and people that need to be impressed. And it goes on and on and on. And I get all the arguments. All the GO-GO-GO of our world as it stands. But in this moment, my dog is snoring incredibly loud, and I'm waiting for my sister to get home from work, and it's an otherwise irrelevant Tuesday in April, but instead of being tired and frustrated and under covers: I am content. I am happy. I have nowhere else I'd rather be.”