Reading time: 9 minutes The stationery shop near my school had the most exquisite selection of notebooks that the owner neatly stacked according to size first thing in the morning, only to be left in a mess later in the day, usually before check-out when students chickened out to pay. The notebooks, gel pens and erasers in various types and colours, and most importantly, stickers that I would slap on pretty much everything I owned would call out to me like a paper-mache siren. The brutal decision-making that followed wouldn’t be about ‘what to get’ as I always knew what I liked, but how to budget my bare pocket money, although in the end, I would be satisfied whether I got a strawberry-scented eraser or a fat chicken dürüm and somewhat cold ayran.
Every time I read your newsletter I say yes, this is definitely my favorite one. Like I say about webcomics you write or new chapters of our graphic novel😬❤️😘
The accuracy of the description! 💪🏼 “No common factor could hold my attention as much as when my brain filed the syrupy way my classmate slowly played with her hair.”
Every time I read your newsletter I say yes, this is definitely my favorite one. Like I say about webcomics you write or new chapters of our graphic novel😬❤️😘
I've just devoured this newsletter like a novel I wish never ended!! You're so talented!! Can't wait for the next one :)
The accuracy of the description! 💪🏼 “No common factor could hold my attention as much as when my brain filed the syrupy way my classmate slowly played with her hair.”
Painfully beautiful 🩷
The September-resolution of "I'll use my notebooks very neatly and write with my best handwriting this year (and everything will be perfect)"