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My moleskin is my most prized possession.
But it wouldn’t be the worst thing if I lost it and someone else read it.
I think journals should be like that. Read and loved and written in by whoever stumbles upon them.
Oh-My-Gosh Anna. Me too. I was 17 and my little sister who had nosiness up the ying-yang came across my journal. At first I was so scared but then the vulnerability hit me and I realized my thoughts, my beliefs and my inner core strung up of words and calligraphy were all out for everyone to see and to either cherish or to completely disregard. I could see her smiles, her confusion, her sadness…my thoughts had evoked something I hadn’t seen on my sister’s face before, and it was the most wonderous feeling. Writing has never felt so good.
