𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒚 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆.

hey hey!!!! my name is liz (she/they, 23, est, gemini, etc) and i’m so excited to be here with my 3 fools. i’m gonna try and be Concise since i’m throwing out a few of these but its just not my strong suit so bear with me!! i’d love to get some plots up in here so hmu @ 💫hello, emperor💫#5957. without further ado here’s ms. leah:

a history.

leah was born to in the david and abigail silber, in lovell. her family wasn’t old money, or technically even new money, but they were good at faking it. leah and her siblings were raised under a microscope. after he father was hired of a professor of earth sciences at radcliffe, her mother felt they had something to prove. her family was friends with the type of people her mother wanted them to be, even if they don’t necessarily live the same fast paced life style. their kids are products of the public school system, they never joined a single country club (unless you count her mother’s involvement in the local jcc), and they never strove to live beyond their means. but that didn’t mean abigail didn’t do her most to keep up an illusion.

her mother’s high expectations always lingered over leah’s head. she knew she had to give them what they needed to talk about at her dad’s work mixers or when her mom had the ladies over for book club. she played the violin, she kept her grades up, she was an editor of the school paper her sophomore year, and truly, she didn’t mind it all. she liked to give them things to brag about and ultimately, that sort of desire for a clean composure rubbed off on her. she loves the feeling of a pat on the back and of having the kind of resume that reminds everyone that, against all odds, she does in fact have her shit together.

as most writers do, she found a love for literature when she was young. above all else, she loved the characters. she loved the idea of people being that formulaic and predictable: in books, you can always track their motives, figure out what makes them tick, and see how things will work out for them in the end. while her family assumed she would explore that all through psych, she instead choose to approach it through prose. for her, nothing is more satisfying than getting to build that arc, that rise and fall, and she looks for it in her own life as she plugs along.

she enrolled in radcliffe’s english literature program right out of high school, hoping that if she couldn’t make writing work for her, she could at least find herself teaching it. her ultimate goal remains to write the great american novel. in the meantime, she peddles short stories to local literary magazines. like all those before her, she’s got enough rejection letters to plaster the walls of her little dorm. but little by little, she continues to funnel into her novel (working title here and again. don’t ask her what it’s about unless you have eight hours for her to give you a page-by-page breakdown). 

most recently, she’s gotten caught in a particularly bad writing dry-spell. she’s blocked, and it’s a new feeling for her, as someone who historically always seems to have the right words. she wants nothing more than to be a novelist. she wants to check this too off her list of achievements, she wants the gratification of holding her finished book in her hands, or even of just getting to move onto editing, but she’s stuck, and because of it, she’s spiraling a little. but rather than really plugging away, and funneling all she’s got into it, she’s looking for any distraction from the task at hand.

odds n ends.

her whole people and characters thing makes her a good writer but ultimately. it makes her not great at relationships or connecting with people because she really tries to see everything as making literary sense. like she doesn’t get that sometimes people just do shit or that it rly be like that sometimes because she wants to be able to explain it all away and have people make sense

leah isn’t low on confidence. she’s proud of what she’s accomplished in her life.   but she’s worried that she’s already peaked, and maybe it’s got her for a second a little worried and insecure. she’s a little bit of a know-it-all, just because for literal years her parents had her convinced that maybe she really could know it all.

she’s that bitch in the bike lane taking up as much space as possible because its her RIGHT don’t try anything.

fully obsessed with all things someone as pretentious as her when it comes to literature should be disgusted by. exclusively watches tlc and far outdated reality tv. owns two von dutch pieces. swears up and down “this i swear” will be the first dance at her wedding. and it’s literally not even ironic it’s just something she derives so much of the happiness chemical from thinking about. in a field where she has to argue about deep literary analysis with pretentious Academics she just adores it as somewhere she can turn her brain off. early to mid aughts culture just brings her so much joy.