I was on my way, walking towards home today, a stranger walked swiftly pass me. I could not see his face but his shadow, his back view was all I see. I look at his back view as he disappear into the crowd.
His back view reminded me of a someone, his back view reminded me of a heartbreak….
i think it’s so neat that everyone develops their own unique handwriting even though we’re all taught to write our letters the same way really it’s so cool
my dad basically says your early 20’s are when you’re too young for anyone to take you seriously and you’re too old for anyone to feel sorry for you and he is 100% right
The sophomore year of life