Read this, for it is 10000000000000000000000% true and plus it contains the phrase, “sprinkling even seemingly faraway places with its corrosive ashes.”
There are hardly words to describe how much I hate reading (to be honest, I actually don’t anymore, my ‘no more hate-reading’ vow is ironclad, so “hated”) this kind of stuff all over the Internet. I think what I hate more is the idea, and who knows from whence it came, that this is what people (see: women) want to read.
Being able to write is a gift. Communicating even seemingly simple thoughts and feelings to others, whether one-on-one or one-to-many, is hard and knotty, and it requires care and thought and maybe letting go of some preconceived notions. But the feeling you get when you’ve succeeded in getting…