I always thought Romeo and Juliet was boring, avoidable drama. But look at it from Mercutio's side, and you're watching your best friend throw it all away for someone they just met. And then you get killed for it.
I've always loved making things. I make my own clothes. As my great aunt, Mrs. Basil E says, "Your clothes are your inside on your outside, and you shouldn't leave that to mass manufacturers."
Imagine this. You’re in your favourite bookstore, scanning the shelf where your favourite books reside, and there nestled between the familiar spines sits a red notebook. Imagine you’re in New York and it’s Christmas. You’re surrounded by people, by possibility, and the hope that somewhere in the city is that one person that’s meant for you. You just have to find them. How do you do that? It all depends on the kind of person you are.