A weird message I’ll be mass sending into every place I have written on this website. I took the advice of so many of you, and I’ve taken exerpts of these works to write and self-publish. None of this could have been accomplished without you. You were all my inspiration for being. I know tricking you into an ‘update’ feels horrible and ineffective and mean, but hi. I’m so grateful for you. I read your messages and cry.
I was so young and lonely when I messaged all of you silly words and strung along Frerards. What you didn’t know was that I was constantly writing for your love; many of you were my only friends in a very oppressive household. It’s horrible how so many of my writings have played out; I became what I wad writing with such vitriol against. I went through nearly everything I ever wrote about as an adult.
I am a 27 year old with addiction issues. I am a survivor of suicide. I am a survivor of so many horrible aspects of what I wrote on, and I come back often for your comments, when the love felt so real and complete.
I’m on Instagram, but it’s not a place I love. I was picked up on the streets in NY and became a model, and I was very lonely. So please, of course you’re welcome to my Instagram, it’s the same as my Livejournal handle, which is lilmixedhunny.livejournal.com. You can also ask to email me through the PMs if that’s not your thing.
Here if you need me; awake, and unafraid.
With Care, Ceilidh Joy Garten.
(Hoping there’s no spelling mistakes! I’d feel like a fool if I just came back on here with a bunch of words strung together like nonsense. However, in my sorry defense, I am sick and it’s the middle of the night.
So, I need all of the help I can get, here, and I wanted you all to be a part of my works in progress as they become works on paper. Because it is you, the readers and subscribers, that made me who I am as a writer. I’d give shoutouts, but there are far too many of you to love and love and love! Thank you!)
Aw honey *hugs* I've missed you! But you take your time, college comes first, okay? I know what it's like (I'm wrestling with assignments and everything too) Love & missed you! xo
bb! i just got an email saying youd updated so i came on to squeal at you! i missed you and my grammar sucks cause im using an ipad type thing and i suck with touch screens. i think you should come back to lj real soon! xo
Hi hi hi everyone, I'm sure this is a really ineffective way of communication with all of you, but I have seen all of these wonderful comments and I wanted to say thank you for sticking by me -- it's incredibly trying at times to come back into writing, and I will never be able to go at it the same, but I will begin to try again. I'm currently in college right now, studying to be a paralegal. It's a lot of work and I am very busy with a social life (for once!!!) and other crazy parts of my day, but I want to make time because I know that you all made time for me. Thank you so much for sticking by me.
Hello, my dearie. You have no idea how much us Mibbians miss you. Your work is magnificent and your personality is even better. I know you may be busy but we all miss you here. Mibba hasn't been the same since you left.
I know you've may have heard this from the people that has commented before me, but we truly do miss you.
I hope to hear from you soon.
Two snaps, a twist, and a kiss, lovely.
Sarianne <3
Alright, look--we know that you're porbably busy and all with school and work and perhaps life, but we Mibbians miss you dearly. Really. I mean, even I can't stop reading your work because it's just soooo amazingly beautiful and fresh and so full of real life. Sometimes, when you write, I get this sense of nostaglia (sp?), like I'm reading about myself or something.
I can't even begin to tell you how much you've affected my life. Well, I'm afraid to put up any of my writings because I'm just weird like that, but you always give me the sense that it matters. And it's funny, because when you drabble on about your frerards, it makes me want some sort of life like them, fictional people.
But, y'know, that's cool. That's what Mibba is about.
So What I'm trying to say is--pretty, pretty please dazzle us with your awesomeness yet again--at this point, I can recite your stories word-for-word.
Wow. I actually really miss you and all your stories and your everythings and your inspiration. That's why I'm here, actually. I wrote a story based off Sacred Blue, but about... my own life. I figured you ought to at least know that you've been given credit for it, even if it's just another one of my plotless lumps of angst.
Your stories are amazing; they're disturbingly beautiful and you have such a talent that I cant help but wish I could create something as remarkable as anything you write.
I'll just shut up now before I sound too creepy. . <3
Your stories are so amazing. I literally sat here and read them all. I highly enjoy the way you write, the way you use your words. It's a completely different style of writing from what I'm used to seeing on here. And it's a relief. I'm fed up with shitty dialogue and horrible descriptive styles. So kudos to you pretty lady<3
I was so young and lonely when I messaged all of you silly words and strung along Frerards. What you didn’t know was that I was constantly writing for your love; many of you were my only friends in a very oppressive household. It’s horrible how so many of my writings have played out; I became what I wad writing with such vitriol against. I went through nearly everything I ever wrote about as an adult.
I am a 27 year old with addiction issues. I am a survivor of suicide. I am a survivor of so many horrible aspects of what I wrote on, and I come back often for your comments, when the love felt so real and complete.
I’m on Instagram, but it’s not a place I love. I was picked up on the streets in NY and became a model, and I was very lonely. So please, of course you’re welcome to my Instagram, it’s the same as my Livejournal handle, which is lilmixedhunny.livejournal.com. You can also ask to email me through the PMs if that’s not your thing.
Here if you need me; awake, and unafraid.
With Care,
Ceilidh Joy Garten.
(Hoping there’s no spelling mistakes! I’d feel like a fool if I just came back on here with a bunch of words strung together like nonsense. However, in my sorry defense, I am sick and it’s the middle of the night.
So, I need all of the help I can get, here, and I wanted you all to be a part of my works in progress as they become works on paper. Because it is you, the readers and subscribers, that made me who I am as a writer. I’d give shoutouts, but there are far too many of you to love and love and love! Thank you!)