#old friendships

[vodkatales]

For old times sake is actually such a heartbreaking and beautiful sentiment. Like, let’s do it for the love that used to be here. It is reason enough.

[artofdyingslowly]

I hope you get everything you wanted, and I hope I never hear a thing about it

[wordsfromwise]

[stars-in-the-storm]

losing friends is a strange type of pain, because yes my stomach twists in pain when i think of you but i still eat mangoes the way your mother taught us.

[daisievalentine]

missing someone is like reading a really good book, and then forgetting the name.

missing someone is like thinking about all of the good memories that happened, and trying to forget the bad.

missing someone is like finding another good book, but never being able to finish it because you think you already know the ending.

[misssclumsy]

This kind of friendship >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> i want

[cinnamon-notes]

old childhood friendships are maddeningly nostalgic– like, we haven't spoken in years, you took up new hobbies and habits, you even have a partner now... they may rest their legs on your knees when you watch tv on the couch, while i'm here knowing how and when you got that lake michigan shaped scar you have on your left knee cuz i was there when you fell off your bike and got hurt. yet, i don't know if you're still used to having a glass of water before every meal

[aionios-monaxia]

gray is the brightest colour in the stars

I may hate you now, and may hate you for many eterneties more,

but the icebergs and oceans of the world aren't spacious enough to express how much

I love you,

and have always loved you,

and will always love you

even when i despise you entirely

because I don't really, just bring me pink-tinted daisies

and your raw honesty

all is forgiven, just please bring me some pansies

and your remorce

I can forget everything and restart

the ticking clock

that is our friendship,

but please I beg of you, tell me your deepest most profound thoughts and feelings

spill our your mind to me

like an overly ripe melon on an august evening

can we please go back to last summer, I beg of you to forgive me

I can repent for my wrongs and scream to the clouds

and I shall tolerate the rain,

until my skin is raw

and my eyes are sore

even when breathing becomes a pain

for I miss you ever so much

I would pick every single piece of dirt from the soles of your shoes if it meant you would talk to me once more

[prettiestmetaphor]

Movies and books also don't tell you that friendships don't just end after one fight or incident, it's like the rusting of a bridge, the slow decay of flesh and bones and secrets. It took weeks, months- until one day I woke up and I realized I hadn't thought of her in a while. And I wrote a poem that day and I titled it 'The dying of a best friend' and I put all my love for her in a tiny box with my half of the matching pendant of a dolphin we had and stored them in a corner of my heart under the heading Grief. Where else can one hide unspent love?

It's been 3 years since I lost my best friend, lost as in I still carry our secrets in a tiny box but we only text each other on our birthdays.

Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire

[comfortablyunsolved]

I still love you the way you love your own roadkill, the deer you hit in the street at night in the woods, the childhood pet your dad accidentally backed over in the driveway (you never really forgave him). Any other iteration of my love for you, and yours for me, is too far gone to recover, but there is still a tenderness, a guilt-laden grief that pulls at my heart every time I see you. I yearn for us to know each other like we used to and yet I know the blame is on me and yet you hurt me too and yet and yet and yet. And like roadkill, I will pick up my love for you and carry it to the side of the road before it starts to rot. I will carry it gently, knowingly, softly, full of regret, but I will carry it all the same. I will place my love down in the wet grass on the side of the road, a soft resting place where it will tangle in the plants over time, and I will walk away.

[satellitesunset]

one thing abt me is that I have never stopped loving anyone I've adored once in my life. it's like years have passed and I don't remember your face but I still remember what your favourite chapstick flavour used to be. your vanilla perfume still haunts my memory but I can't for the life of me replay the sound of your voice. I don't recall your name but I know how u got the scar on your left knee. I forgot how we met but I remember our last goodbye and I wish I knew it would have been our last before it was too late. we're no longer really friends but I still loop my 'g' the same way you wrote yours. I don't remember the last time I hugged you but I wished I lingered a little longer and hugged you a little tighter. It slipped my mind what the colour of your eyes is but I know that your smile was always warm and tender. I still love you and you'll never know but I hope you're ok.

[heliopolis-in-a-day]

i was cleaning my laptop today after months and it was grimy asf and it took me much longer than i expected, which is weird bc it looked perfectly clean to my eyes before

and it made me think of my old best friend that i haven't spoken to in more than a month, our last interaction a mere birthday wish over text. its the first time we haven't spoken in so long and while theres no apparent malice between us, has our friendship been collecting invisible, indelible dust this entire time? i thought about it long and hard, half-cleaned laptop forgotten by my side until, i realised that i had referred to her as my 'old' best friend in my mind without thinking abt it and all my doubts cleared away while i fought my hardest against the sob pushing it's way up through my throat

[darkacademiaposts]

but isn't it all about old friendships? like everything? we do not speak with each other anymore but every time i see someone familiar, i wish it was you. i haven't felt like i've been at home for years but i still remember the way the food that your mom cooked tasted like. i miss your smiles. i wish we could live next door again, maybe this time i could do it right

[unami-anamo0y]

[aimeevq]

these typa hang outs r the best onggggg

[daisievalentine]