#wtfock

Welcome, Lovro and Ivan 🌠

I mean, there’s this undeniable charm to the Evens. They’re charismatic, cool without trying, bold and loud and beautiful. They have their little artsy hobbies, their eccentric quirks, their confidence that fills a room. They take up space. But the Isaks… the Isaks are different. They’re the quiet ones. Introverted. Sad on the inside, numb on the outside. Carrying so much weight through their lives while no one around them really seems to notice. No one truly sees them. They’re just there; existing in the lives of their friends, their moms, their (sometimes shitty) dads. Loving people they think they’re not supposed to love. Keeping everything locked inside. Bottling it up until it hurts too much. Using substances to dull feelings that are already too heavy. Convincing themselves that this might just be it. That this is life now. That it won’t ever really change.

We often tell the story this way: the Isaks are the ones who save the Evens. Who love them through their darkness. Which is true. But what we miss, what happens so quietly it almost goes unnoticed, is that it’s the other way around first.