#Friendship

[what-iz-life]

Intimacy isn't just about sex. It's having heart-to-hearts, sitting in comfortable silence, sharing childhood memories, thoughts, fears, dreams & hopes for the future. It's uncontrollable laughter, direct eye contact, and feeling each other without touching—it's exchanging energy

[incognitopolls]

You can read this as "if they magically became a different gender," or "if they came out as trans," or "if they had been born a different gender," etc.

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[pathologicalrambler]

i love the strict boss and his hyperactive tech analyst that he’s overly protective over duo

[letterstoyourlove]

I’ve been telling myself the reason I can’t write anymore is because I’m not sad. Because there’s no pain inside me to flow out of my trembling hands onto paper, there are no sorrows clouding my vision to make my poetry hazy.

I can see straight and sometimes I feel poetry needs to be twirly and zigzagg-y.

But, I’ve been trying to be sad lately. Trying to find wretchedness among the mists, among the nights I stay up laughing, trying to feel what I felt before, trying to pour poetry back into my veins. Maybe this is some stupid excuse.

But here’s how it really is. I keep finding myself beaming at unfamiliar faces and sipping hot chocolate over brunch dates with new friends, or falling back into rhythm with old ones.

Or that one time I snuck out to my best friend’s house and we danced to alcohol in our bodies but we were sober enough to remember one of the best nights of our life. So maybe there’s nothing poetic about this. Or maybe there is.

I know poetry is more beautiful than sad and there’s something really very beautiful about loving life.

-H.S.

[tittedntatted]

Angelo Capacyachi

[vintage-tigre]

[loofandtimmy]

[sexyhumble]

Why did boys always have basketball ball shorts under they jeans in highschool Imao

[susitseart]

In return.

For your friendship.

That's what I must be. As good friend as you are.

Otherwise I'll never be worth of you.

You, who deserves all the best in the world.

Darkness has always been a part of our existence. We born from dark to dark, to find our place in this world. To look for the glimmer of light that would make life worth all of our searching.

We went to do this alone. And eventually some of us were lucky enough to find it.

Our own way and reason to be happy.

Someone other who was searching too.

A friend.

The other who became so dear to us and to whom we grow so dear. The other, in whose light the world wasn't so dark and lonely anymore.

In the glow of that other, we were happy. For a friend was healing some part of us that somehow felt sore and numb at the same time.

But it's possible that one day the glimmer of the other starts to feel too much. Too bright. Too beautiful. Something we cannot be worthy of.

Not someone like us. Who deep down feel so permanently broken.

Too broken. And as too broken, we don't know how to be there for the other as we should.

We can't find words of comfort to the other when the other needs it. We cannot bear part of the other's pain, for it mixes too much with our own pain.

We can barely breathe. How could we be something to someone who is more precious to us than anything?

That's why we may retreat back into the dark. To the place where we belong.

We may spend a moment or an eternity there. We don't know and we don't care. It's all just so comforting and safe.

While we're there, our friend can find something better than us. While we are there, at least we are not a burden to those we love.

It doesn't matter if we'd disappear for good.

And yet, our friend comes to find us. Shining brighter than ever.

Saying they wants to be our friend. No matter how broken we are.

That's our friend. Wanting to give us everything, even though we ourselves can give nothing in return.

How could one bear such a debt of gratitude?

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Do you know this debt of friendship?

[what-iz-life]

Be the reason people still believe in good intentions, genuine energy, and gorgeous hearts of gold.

[thatslytherinbitch54]

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Ooooo, my favorite blogs? I have a lot but ima just name a few lol:

@iamnmbr3 @meemoop @toorumlk @daddiesdrarryy @peachipies

@littlewinnow @the-colourful-witch @quail-in-red @basiatlu @drarrargh

@mzuul and many more!

But ofc I’m not gonna forget about my very special mutuals lol:

@the-wandering-writer4 @kachowblueninja @potterblog @theoverboardgaygirl @sapphos-queer-kid

@rooksrambles @staytotheend @thebookishwallflower @alwayssnilysworld @zombieskae

@ronsharry

I followed you guys for a reason y’know, or maybe I started following you guys first, I dunno

But for very biased reasons, Ima said that @holdenfan7 might be my “favorite” (I definitely don’t have only ONE favorite blog tho)

Her blog may or may not be my favorite blog out there but, she is without a doubt my best friend in the world lol

Thanks for the ask btw!

I LOVE YOU ALL!!!!!!! ❤️❤️❤️

[curiositysavesthecat]

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[letterstoyourlove]

[multi-fandomsyndrome]

Who needs romantic love when you have friends

Friends that will sit by you when you’re having a breakdown, crying silently in the hallway. Just sitting next to you allowing you to rest your head on theirs. Their arm around you because they know you need that right then

Friends that know you better than you do, that remind you to take your meds and to eat and drink water. Friends that remind you that it’s okay to be stressed because it will all be over soon.

Friends that say “love you” before they leave, and you know they do in the way that they look, act, be towards you. The way that they hug every time as if it’s the last ever hug yall will have together.

I am so deeply in love with my friends. And if having friends like these mean I will never experience romantic love, then maybe being single isn’t that bad. Because I know I won’t be alone.

[brain--rott]

do you ever laugh with your friends and think oh this is the point. this is the point of everything