Status Updates From Love Lettering

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“From my spot on the floor, I watch them chat easily, and I feel warm all over at the sight. This is love, too, I tell myself, reminding that aching mark on my heart. These friends who are here for me, who are helping me pick up the pieces after this scandal.”

“It doesn't truly hit me until I walk out—that heart-sinking feeling that it didn't go well at all. They wanted flowers and fairies, more brush-lettering, more Bloom Where You're Planteds…

Make It Happyn didn't want something new, something that required my creativity. All they wanted was more of the same, and I blew it.”

Reid your feelings for Avery better not ruin this story for me

“Sometimes fighting isn't about leaving, it's about staying. It takes practice to get it right, and it's painful, but if you want to stay with people, you do it."

“Then I wouldn't be alone the first time I hear him laugh. Even through the phone, it's lovely.
Soft, low, hardly a laugh at all. A chuckle. I see that word, drawn out. I'd make it so there were no ascenders, so all the letters were on the level. I'd make it so there was hardly any space between them, so that the word would look as snug and as warm as the sound feels.”

“Seeing his handwriting—the possibility feels at turns exciting and unnerving. Intimate. It's rare to see people's handwriting these days. Surprising as it may sound, no one ever really sees mine, since what I draw isn't really similar to my natural writing.”

it's how I fell in love with the city but also how I learned to make it here. It's how I taught myself that I could be someone other than the sheltered, suburban girl... It's what I sketched late at night on the subway, stinking of food and dead tired, distracting myself from the thoughts of my parents and also my changes of getting mugged—signs and letters I’d seen, new ideas that rattled loudly in my head…

aaaahhhh the chemistry omg wtf