Here’s how the story of a little girl and her mission brought me (and many other people) to utter amazement and tears.
You either hate indifference, or embrace it with open arms, or both.
This is the story of how I am now a left-handed letterer-slash-doodler.
Here’s to the one who can’t turn heads, the one who’s always “just a friend”, the one who’s always second.
It’s the thing that holds you back because it’s “statistically impossible”. And it sucks. Big time.
Just kill him or her.
I haven’t met you, yet I’m waiting my whole life for you.
Long story short: you will never find him. Or her.
I never thought I would be able to learn to (somewhat) love something I had grown to hate.