Wednesday, November 7, 2012

A Girl who Writes

Today, I have to share with you three lovely things I came across. 1. THIS SONG. Oh my gawsh. I'm in love. Thanks Perks. Thank you, thank you.

2. I came across this lovely blog post full of happy things that will make you happy. This is one of my favorite blogs and I highly encourage you to check her blog out and give it a follow. It's worth it.

2. I came across this beautiful piece of writing and I encourage you to read it. Because it's worth it. It truely is.
Date a girl who writes.
Date a girl who may never wear completely clean clothes, because of coffee stains and ink spills. She’ll have many problems with her closet space, and her laptop is never boring because there are so many words, so many worlds that she’s cluttered amidst the space. Tabs open filled with obscure and popular music. Interesting factoids about Catherine the Great, and the immortality of jellyfish. Laugh it off when she tells you that she forgot to clean her room, that her clothes are lost among the binders so it’ll take her longer to get ready, that her shoes hidden under the mountain of broken Bic pens and the refurbished laptop that she’s saved for ever since she was twelve.
Kiss her under the lamppost, when it’s raining. Tell her your definition of love.
Find a girl who writes. You’ll know that she has a sense of humor, a sense of empathy and kindness, and that she will dream up worlds, universes for you. She’s the one with the faintest of shadows underneath her eyelids, the one who smells of coffee and Coca-cola and jasmine green tea. You see that girl hunched over a notebook. That’s the writer. With her fingers occasionally smudged with charcoal, with ink that will travel onto your hands when you interlock your fingers with her’s. She will never stop, churning out adventures, of traitors and heroes. Darkness and light. Fear and love. That’s the writer. She can never resist filling a blank page with words, whatever the color of the page is.
She’s the girl reading while waiting for her coffee and tea. She’s the quiet girl with her music turned up loud (or impossibly quiet), separating the two of you by an ocean of crescendos and decrescendos as she’s thinking of the perfect words. If you take a peek at her cup, the tea or coffee’s already cold. She’s already forgotten it.
Use a pick-up line with her if she doesn’t look to busy.
If she raises her head, offer to buy her another cup of coffee. Or of tea. She’ll repay you with stories. If she closes her laptop, give her your critique of Tolstoy, and your best theories of Hannibal and the Crossing. Tell her your characters, your dreams, and ask if she gotten through her first novel.
It is hard to date a girl who writes. But be patient with her. Give her books for her birthday, pretty notebooks for Christmas and for anniversaries, moleskins and bookmarks and many, many books. Give her the gift of words, for writers are talkative people, and they are verbose in their thanks. Let her know that you’re behind her every step of the way, for the lines between fiction and reality are fluid.
She’ll give you a chance.
Don’t lie to her. She’ll understand the syntax behind your words. She’ll be disappointed by your lies, but a girl who writes will understand. She’ll understand that sometimes even the greatest heroes fail, and that happy endings take time, both in fiction and reality. She’s realistic. A girl who writes isn’t impatient; she will understand your flaws. She will cherish them, because a girl who writes will understand plot. She’ll understand that endings happen for better or for worst.
A girl who writes will not expect perfection from you. Her narratives are rich, her characters are multifaceted because of interesting flaws. She’ll understand that a good book does not have perfect characters; villains and tragic flaws are the salt of books. She’ll understand trouble, because it spices up her story. No author wants an invincible hero; the girl who writes will understand that you are only human.
Be her compatriot, be her darling, her love, her dream, her world.
If you find a girl who writes, keep her close. If you find her at two AM, typing furiously, the neon gaze of the light illuminating her furrowed forehead, place a blanket gently on her so that she does not catch a chill. Make her a pot of tea, and sit with her. You may lose her to her world for a few moments, but she will come back to you, brimming with treasure. You will believe in her every single time, the two of you illuminated only by the computer screen, but invincible in the darkness.
She is your Shahrazad. When you are afraid of the dark, she will guide you, her words turning into lanterns, turning into lights and stars and candles that will guide you through your darkest times. She’ll be the one to save you.
She’ll whisk you away on a hot air balloon, and you will be smitten with her. She’s mischievous, frisky, yet she’s quiet and when she has to kill off a lovely character, when she cries, hold her and tell her that it will be alright.
You will propose to her. Maybe on a boat in the ocean, maybe in a little cottage in the Appalachian Mountains. Maybe in New York City. Maybe Chicago. Baltimore. Maybe outside her publisher’s office. Because she’s radiant, wherever she goes. Maybe even outside of a cinema where the two of you kiss in the rain. She’ll say that it is overused and clichéd, but the glint in her eyes will tell you that she appreciates it all the same.
You will smile hard as she talks a mile a second, and your heart will skip a beat when she holds your hand and she will write stories of your lives together. She’ll hold you close and whisper secrets into your ears. She’s lovely, remember that. She’s self made and she’s brilliant. Her names for the children might be terrible, but you’ll be okay with that. A girl who writes will tell your children fantastical stories.
Because that is the best part about a girl who writes. She has imagination and she has courage, and it will be enough. She’ll save you in the oceans of her dreams, and she’ll be your catharsis and your 11:11. She’ll be your firebird and she’ll be your knight, and she’ll become your world, in the curve of her smile, in the hazel of her eye the half-dimple on her face, the words that are pouring out of her, a torrent, a wave, a crescendo - so many sensations that you will be left breathless by a girl who writes.
Maybe she’s not the best at grammar, but that is okay.
Date a girl who writes because you deserve it. She’s witty, she’s empathetic, enigmatic at times and she’s lovely. She’s got the most colorful life. She may be living in NYC or she may be living in a small cottage. Date a girl who writes because a girl who writes reads.
A girl who writes will understand reality. She’ll be infuriating at times, and maybe sometimes you will hate her. Sometimes she will hate you too. But a girl who writes understands human nature, and she will understand that you are weak. She will not leave on the Midnight Train the first moment that things go sour. She will understand that real life isn’t like a story, because while she works in stories, she lives in reality.
Date a girl who writes.
Because there is nothing better then a girl who writes.
~Unknown Author

So write away, girls. Even better; write away, guys. Write and read and grow and learn and dream and hope and smile and strum guitars or tap piano keys and dance it out sometimes and drink coffee with an open mind and soak it up. This is life. Photograph it, write it, read it, draw it, let it out. Let it out of its caged box. Put it into words, art, pictures, forms. Give it what it deserves and share it, share it, share it. Inspire. And don't you dare stop. Don't you dare look back. Don't you dare doubt it. Don't.



  1. 1. i adore that song, i have it 'thumbs up' on my pandora radio station. 2. i cant even put into words how that passage made me feel. but thank you- you always find a way to make me smile :)

  2. I JUST found that song like two days ago! I loved it. :)

    That piece of writing is beautiful so I'm sending this post to all of my writer friends/family. :D

    Nice post, Soph. xx

  3. I may be compelled to steal this post Soph:) I hope you don't mind. I cant tell you how much I love this. Its truly beautiful. You find some amazing material I must say. Will you let me keep you in a tiny box next to my bed and pull you out whenever I am in need of inspiration? I should like that arrangement very much indeed:)Your wages will consist of an endless supply of Pumpkin Lattes, macaroons, and literary conversation:) Do think it over will you dear?

    1. Feel free to do so! That passage is made to be shared. Also, that is one of the sweetest comments ever. XD And those are the very best ways one could be paid so I don't even need to think it over; my answer is yes! XD haha. :)

  4. I really enjoyed that piece of writing!
    Actually... I enjoyed the whole post. :)

  5. what a beautiful subtle post..Thanks for sharing.
    Do you mind if I re post it someday??

    +To Me It Matters+

  6. This is SO beautiful!! I love the part about dating a girl who writes, and I love the picture with the truth that memories last even though people change.

  7. I love that so much! Thank you for posting the quote because it made me appreciate writing a lot more than I had. :)

    Secondly, thank you for posting about my blog, that's was just so, so nice!

    Haha, and thirdly, to your comment on my blog: I know exactly what you mean about change. It's sweet and bitter at once and it can be tough to swim through, but thankfully we have God right there as our comforter throughout it all. :)

  8. Ya' know, I think I've read that story before...can't remember where though, but it is a really neat one.
    That first picture is so true! And I like the "let's go on an adventure" one, inspirational!


    P.s. Thanks for your comments on my blog, I really enjoy them! <3