…and me.
An inward collapse.
Grasping at history,
Hearts do not matter.
We fall in silence
Again, again, empty throats
Scratch severed bloodlines.
You have not earned me,
Safety pools in the places
Where promises bled.
A downward smother,
It echoes without reason,
In flames, we fall quiet.
poeticallyordinary (via poeticallyordinary)
A best friend is the person you go to when times are hard. A best friend is the person you go to when times are really freaking good. A best friend is your rock, your other half, and your strength when you don’t have any. A best friend is the person you FaceTime every Sunday because you miss her more than anything. A best friend is the person who holds your head up so you don’t look defeated. Even when you are. A best friend is a soulmate. A best friend is there, no matter where, no matter why, and no matter what time. A best friend is a chosen soul sister. A best friend drives 700 miles just to see your face for a weekend. A best friend cancels a date because yours canceled on you. A best friend mends your heart after that stupid boy broke it. A best friend is a supporter. A best friend isn’t perfect. A best friend will always be on your team, but won’t always agree with your decisions. A best friend will forgive you. A best friend will forget. A best friend will put you in your place. A best friend will make you a better you. A best friend is your person. My best friend is my person.
Excerpt from a book I’ll never write // #131 // because I’ve never written about my real best friend (via theplaceiwritemythoughtsandstuff)