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snoopy in the criterion closet

I just finished the second week of uni. It went by really quickly, it's been good. I don't have much work yet so I've been getting back into substack lately.

I made an instagram account specifically for my writing, it's @thatswhytheycallmeanitaa, i hope you follow it. I also hope you follow my substack, you won't regret it.

I'm currently reading Antigone, for uni; it always makes me tear up. I'm writing a lot, in fact I will post an essay on substack tomorrow (hopefully).

Substack is a strange place, just as tumblr or letterboxd are, it's hard to find a community there, plus nobody I know in real life ever uses any of these apps. Most of my Substack followers and subscribers are people I know irl who decided to subscribe to do me a favor, but they never read, like or comment on my posts; it's discouraging.

For all my life I've thought the only possible job I could ever have was to be a writer or artist, now, already in university, I fear people might not want to consume my art; I fear being invisible.

Maybe this is weird, but I'm scared. I've only ever wanted to write, and to have people consume my writing.

Anyways, I'm going crazy but I still love all of you,

Xx, lots of love,

Anna

Hey angels. How was your weekend? I hope It was amazing. I didn't do much apart from homework and uni stuff. Anyway, I wrote on my substack; I did a weekly r.e.p.o.r.t, that's where you say the things you're into that week, I put some pictures of the fashion I was into, I think it turned out great. Here's the link if you guys wanna check it out.

https://annagutierrez.substack.com/p/weekly-report

Gratefully,

Anna.

I've been getting more views on tumblr lately, and I thought why not do a bit of self promotion? So here I am. If you follow me you know my name is Anna, I'm a literature student in uni, I'm seventeen and I dream of being a writer. A long time ago I began using substack, but due to unforeseen circumstances I had to leave it extremely unkempt. I am fixing it up now, separating my english writing from my spanish stuff, editing things, all that jazz.

I hope to write there more, and I'd like to have more people read my musings, so: if you like my posts here I believe you'll enjoy my substack posts a lot more, and it would make me unbelievably happy to have your support.

I write short stories or personal essays to process what I feel, I pour my heart out on the page for the whole world to see.

here's the link

(and on the topic of social media links, here are the rest of my socials: Insta, pinterest, letterboxd and goodreads)

Anyway, I hope you had an amazing weekend, lots of love,

Anna.

It's my third day in uni, I thought I'd give my tumblr angels a bit of an update. Things are going well, I'm extremely nervous, still, but I'm doing better, I now know more people which makes me feel a slight sense of calm, of belonging. I've got three classes today and basically no breaks in between them, which sucks but its alright.

I think I'm going to a party tomorrow, which is great since I love partying and going out (I know, I don't look like i do).

I've been obsessed with Here comes your man by the Pixies, can't stop listening. Also, listening to a lot of Nancy Sinatra. I haven't written anything substantial but I believe this experience will give me material.

My eyes twitch nervously and I sweat even though it's pretty cold. That annoys me. I went to buy some books for class yesterday, that was fun.

Nervously, and maybe a bit perversely,

Anna.

Cannot believe you are younger than I. Your words and the worlds you create are dazzling. I admire you greatly, wishing you the best for uni!

This is the sweetest ask I've gotten, thank you, dearly. Uni has been tough, I just started on Monday and the faculty is a vast kafkaesque building with hidden stairways and endless hallways, I've got to pray that I can find my classrooms before the classes start. I've had trouble meeting people but I pretty much sorted that today so I'm not too worried about that.

I'm slightly surprised by the fact you like my writing, or rather, the fact you took the time to write this, to say you enjoyed it. It's a pleasant surprise, so, thank you, again.

Is the nepo baby bit in your bio serious or a joke by the way? Just curious.

It's a bit of both. My father is not famous but he's fairly important in his field of work, and we are pretty well off, but also it's a running joke with my friends, they like to poke fun at my ways, which they consider posh and sometimes naive. (I'll say, though, I'm the black sheep of the family because I loathe capitalism and the ethics of their buisness)

How did your first day go?

Omg, quite well, actually! I mean I'm having trouble with the whole meeting people thing, but I'm already in my class's groupchat, so that's good. I was a bit lonely, but nothing I couldn't take. The humanities faculty building is beautiful, but the classes are old and kind of uncomfortable. Thanks for asking!! 🫶🏻

Starting uni today, I've been trying to hold my tears in since I woke up. I couldn't get much sleep because of how nervous I was, I woke up at three in the morning, and finally got up to get ready at five; It's almost seven now.

How strange this is, I feel as if my youth withered away. I miss my childhood, and especially my teenage years, which weren't too cheerful as I was a strange child, and even stranger teenage girl. I guess nostalgia is a bitch, but I just want to be fourteen again. Time goes by so quickly I'm getting whiplash.

I'm scared about meeting people, scared to not make friends, scared to be that weird teenage girl forever. I can't eat, my stomach's all closed up, and I've got a migraine. God, this is weird.

Anyway, I'll keep you posted, lots of love,

Anna.

Starting university tomorrow. Can't believe it, I'm going crazy. I had lunch with my family yesterday, they're strange people and I've never felt much of a kinship towards them, as a little girl I used to think I was an alien.

Anyway, having lunch with them only stressed me more about uni, like: will I make friends? Will people like me? Will it be too hard, will I be too lonely, will I fit in? God, I am terrified. But I can't stop time so I'll just have to deal with it.

I'm re-reading (probably for the seventh time...) Donna Tartt's The Secret History, it always makes me feel better, I get lost in the pages and feel at home.

It still hasn't hit me, the realization that I'm going to university tomorrow. I guess when it hits it'll be much more emotional than this.

Anyway, love you always,

Anna.

the fact this won't ever be finished will haunt me for decades.

promotional image for a never finalized Frankenstein adaptation directed by David Cronenberg (via A24’s ‘Never Coming to a Theater Near You’ zine)

crash 1996

I will always be a 1940s introspective female author wannabe.

Hola chicas! Sé que esto es un poco diferente a lo que suelo publicar, pero acabo de subir un ensayo en Substack y me gustaría que lo leyeran. El ensayo es un trabajo que hice para clase de historia de la filosofía el año pasado, es sobre la relación entre el marxismo y el feminismo y habla de que pese a sus similitudes las dos doctrinas nunca se han unido, y de el porqué de todo eso. aquí está el link:

enlamadrigueradelconejo.substack.com

Marxismo y feminismo un matrimonio infeliz

La tensa relación entre el marxismo y el feminismo

Espero que os guste, como siempre,

Xx,

Anna.

me, if you even care

I am starting uni on September 16th. I am scared, as I don't know anybody (all of my friends are going to other colleges, and studying things far more useful than literary studies and classics).

A couple months back I went on a tour of the humanities faculty building and it is absolutely beautiful, it looks like it could belong in a Donna Tartt novel, or a Shirley Jackson story: creepy, kind of unsettling, old, reminiscent of gothic architecture, beautiful.

I am excited, but also extremely confused, when I was building my timetable I realized none of my classes were on Fridays, and upon further research I found out there is no class on Fridays. I am confused about that.

Anyway, as I do every year before school starts, or, As I've done for the past three years, I will be re-reading The Secret History by Donna Tartt. I have had to buy a new copy because the one I've had since 2021 is so used the pages fall off. I am currently reading The Goldfinch, also by Donna Tartt.

Have a good academic year, lots of love,

Anna.

Blur, 1994.

why cant i be a 20th century schoolboy studying shakespeare with his group of morally grey friends

this and a pack of cigs

Ok, I know I've been kind of quiet on here for the past few months, but what can I say, I have been on holiday. In July I spent some time with friends in Barcelona, basically just going clubbing and having brunches, and in August I left with my family on a road trip from Milan to the south of France, stopping in Monte Carlo. It was so incredibly hot I don't think I have ever sweated this much! I wrote a lot in my journals and I practically didn't read at all.

I am currently in France, in a small chateau my family owns, I am reading a lot and eating healthy. I kind of neglected my health throughout my vacation.

I am starting uni in September, I'll be a Literature Studies major. I am a little bit scared. The secret history is keeping me motivated for some strange reason.

Much love,

Anna

p.s. most of these pics are mine, except for the ones with girls in them!!

The type of girl Van McCann’s writes songs about

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me

I am currently recovering from a hungover because I went out last night, I usually don't really party but I graduated highschool yesterday and went to a bar to celebrate with friends. I had so much fun!!

I am also studying for my Uni Access Exams which are in about a week (I am so anxious).

I don't have much time to read lately, but I'm currently reading The sun also rises by Ernest Hemingway and Magnolia Parks by Jessa Hastings.

Xoxo,

Anna.

messy academia