Instagram Fonts Quotes

Alla fine, era questo il problema dell'amore. Era così facile romanticizzarlo perché era ovunque. Nella musica e in tv e nelle foto con i filtri di Instagram. Era nell'aria, fonte frizzante di possibilità infinite. Era nelle foglie autunnali, nelle porte di legno fatiscenti, nel ciottolato consumato e nei campi pieni di denti di leone. Era nello sfiorarsi di mani, nelle lettere scritte di getto, delle lenzuola stropicciate e nella luce dorata poco prima del tramonto. Uno sbadiglio soffice, una risata mattiniera, due paia di scarpe allineate accanto alla porta. Uno sguardo dall'altro lato della pista da ballo. Vedevo tutto questo, tutto il tempo, tutto intorno a me, ma quando mi avvicinavo restavo a mani vuote. Come un miraggio.

I did this partially because Matthew is the kind of person for whom the internet is simply a utility: a font of information and nothing more. He has the supernatural ability to look at his phone only when he needs to, and the idea of posting something about his life on the internet in a way that strangers can view is a concept he cannot grasp. So yes, I was partially trying to respect his privacy, but I was mostly trying to protect myself. From the judgment of others, which was primarily just a projection of my own self-judgment. There was a version of me that thought loving another person would somehow diminish the love I still felt for Aaron. A version of me that thought that if I was happy, I must not be sad anymore, and if I wasn’t sad anymore, then I guess I didn’t love Aaron as much as I said I did. Or maybe that my new happiness was ill-gotten, a well-made fake, something I swiped off the back of a truck when nobody was looking. This is what life looks like when you water the seeds of joy with guilt and shame. It feels as good as it sounds. When bad things happen to you—a death, an illness, a divorce, a job loss—you quickly go from being a person to being just a sad story. I know from experience that nobody wants to be a sad story, and that no matter what you’ve been through, your story is always so much more than just sad. And your happy stories are more than just happy. Obviously, everything is more complicated than it appears on Instagram. But it is incredibly difficult to live with complicated. It is even more difficult for other people to deal with complicated.

A bell jingled over Sunna’s head as she entered the coffee shop, and suddenly, she felt like she was back in Toronto, but ten years earlier. Where the bigger city’s coffee shops had moved on to more modern—Instagram-worthy—design trends and oat milk lattes, this place still had the chalkboard menu behind the counter, a plaque on the wall with a quote about not being able to function without coffee in that once-trendy bridesmaid font. A soft folk song played in the background, and the baristas laughed together as they made drinks.