HOWDY! an introduction
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HOWDY!!
I am SOO PLEASED to see your lovely eyes staring at my written words right now! What for a good choice to use your screen time today! Soo thankful!!
Welcome to Howdy Bonnie! My publication; a collection of essays, poems, excerpts of my many unfinished novels, discounts & much more!
This is the world & space in which I am able to share longer, more vulnerable, more exclusive pieces of writing than on any social media app.
my essays are filled with daydream musings, lots of feelings we as human beings experience and snippets on what inspires and makes me smile & cry in life. this is also the home of my many poems. I collect over 100 poems each year and never shared them anywhere public.
how to read & sign up for this collection of love letters to life?
10€/month: all essays, poems & podcast episodes into your email inbox and mobile app
99€/year: everything above with saving 8% than subscribing monthly
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all ~content~ included in the subscription:
excerpts of (unpublished) books with glimpses into certain inspirations
poems about broken hearts & confusing love crushes
essays about life, feeling way too much & growing up.
Here’s a taste of what to expect:
sadness, longing
·Howdy! Your cowgirl over here speaking🤠💫the one who feels and writes a lot of love and the pretty stories one can get out of it. painful longing ones sometimes too. Today, I was just sad & tired. I thought of the fact that I returned from Barcelona & Primavera a month ago today and how many duties I fulfilled and things I experienced in the term of these four weeks.
occasional podcast episodes on creativity & writing
Access to all paid-only posts from the past in the archives.
(Plus the knowledge that you’re directly supporting this publication’s existence and an independent writer to make her dream life come true)
✨ A list of unpublished book excerpts & poems:
poem #5: angel in apprenticeship
In my last podcast episode “March’23 reflections”, I read aloud a verse from a poem I wrote this month. It’s called “angel in apprenticeship” and here’s the entire one: (there were so many lines I really adore and am proud of, I hope you like them too)
nostalgia will eventually kill me
It’s 2:30 in the morning & I really wanna share with you some very raw first draft scenes of some project I’ve worked on this summer. Usually, I’ll regret sharing some writing randomly in the middle of the night, so let’s see if this post will stay for future subscribers. Anyway, feel honored & have fun reading. The novel is currently called “nostalgia will eventually kill me”. (pretty dope title, innit?)
poem #2: Happy in Brighton
Happy Monday everyone! I wish all a great way to start into your week :) Today, I am sharing a poem called “Happy in Brighton” with you and I wrote it only a few weeks ago. It’s fresh, it’s raw, it’s intimate. Handle it with kindness and lots of love a
⚡️ Some of my reader’s favourite essays:
when will my heart go dancing?
what did i do today? laid in grass, reading. i actually joined my parents, swimming. dwelled in past summers & feelings. considering to not making a big fuss out of anything, really. i’m not a fan of idgaf (i don’t give a fuck) eras. i’ll always give a fuck about everything cause everything i meet in a day is my life and i care for my life. i wanna care. i have an open heart all the time and whenever i am not able to say something in the moment it’d fit perfectly, i text them or do anything to express my feelings next time. (in most cases)
i'm about to publish one of the most vulnerable books I've ever written
listen, I wrote an entire novel about a 41-year-old divorced man not because I fancy these kinds of men. I wrote it because I was passive aggressive towards the divorce of my parents and had consumed too much divorce & breakup related media (see my debut novel “Follow Me. ~ a literal breakup novel”).
a heartbeat just a touch away from mine
i feel very lonely, sleeping by myself, wherever really. i crave touch & kisses that burn my skin too much. my own touch is not enough at the moment. it’s not love necessarily that i lack, it’s the feeling to have found someone you wanna sleep next to for some time. someone you can picture yourself sharing a bed & waking up next to in the mornings, maybe tell the stories of your dreams or start the day together reading & journaling together in bed.
💫 and here are some of my favourite essays I’ve shared on here:
a testament to love
I reminisce on the same people and feelings and experiences over and over again at the moment. In everything I write, I face my feelings and tears. In every person I meet, I see my love and in every new word I learn, I am changed. A new word in my dictionary and a new experience in my puzzle of life.
Tim 🤍
Tim. You probably heard this name in some ways from me already. When you open ‘Follow Me.’, there’s this page. 'In memory of Tim’. Three years ago, I met Tim for the first time. It was a sunny January day in Barcelona. The sun was shining and brought warmth no sun in Germany could give around this time of year.
the end, possibly never
So, these days been some dedicated to reminisce over my first love. This Substack is turning two years old on New Year’s Eve. And quite frankly, all this time I’ve been in love with the same person, swooning over them, delivering those musings to you. It had been my first time and around that Christmas it had been my first heartbreak. How come this person has been all I write about since? I. don’t. know.
(tbh, there are some I like much more, but there are still in my drafts 👀 let’s hope they see the light of the day one day)
you can follow me on Landing where I create all of my collage pieces to my writings :) tag is b0nl8ve !!see you there & here 🫀🤠