best friend


Today is a special day. It’s my best friends birthday!! I met Kristen mrs-420 months ago on Tumblr. I can’t even begin to describe our friendship. We’ve done it all, even from a million miles away. She’s beautiful, kind, loving, supportive and an all around wonderful person. I can tell you without a doubt, I would not be where I am today with out her. And I know she feels the same way. I can’t give you all the hugs and kisses I’d like to today but know someday we will. So, for me today it not only a day to celebrate her birthday it’s a day to celebrate our friendship. I love you so much. So so so much. And I always will. You’re my person. And I will forever be yours. Thank you for coming into my life. HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LOVE!! 🎁🎀🎉🎊🎂🎈😘💕

Say hello to life’s newest addition, RIVER! He’s the absolute sweetest. Reyce had been wanting his own puppy for years now and finally got himeslf this beautiful gem. And yes, I was promised dogsitting privileges. I can’t wait for future adventures with him.

anonymous asked:

whats your best friend like?

Lula is my soulmate. I’ll swear up-and-down that God put us here to look after each other.

Lu’s wicked smart and perversely funny. Drop dead gorgeous but doesn’t know it. She has long black hair and blue eyes that rival my own. Horribly protective - she kneed my ex in the crotch - and would drop everything if I needed her.

We met when we were seven. At the time we were both training on the same pony and HATED each other for absolutely no reason. We went on like this for about two months, if looks could kill we’d both be in the ground, until she brought a new tail comb to the barn and begrudgingly let me borrow it. I was able to show her how to braid the pony’s tail - we’ve been attached at the hip ever since.

Lula was the first girl I kissed. I realized I was bisexual, she confirmed that she was straight. It was never a thing. We’ve never been apart for more than two weeks and even that was torture. I swear she can read my mind. Mum says we’re “eerily alike”. The two of us are just in sync, where one is the other’s close behind.

At sixteen, when we got our licenses, we began an unspoken ritual(?). When of us has a problem we’ll text or call and simply say that we need to go for a drive. We always end up driving until we’re in one of the surrounding cities and can’t recognize anything around us. It’s easier to talk about your problems when you’re hours away from them. I can’t tell you how many times we’ve called each other in the middle of the night in tears and just driven around until the sun came up.

I call her every morning even though I know I’ll see her in a couple hours. If we don’t call at night she’ll, without fail, send me a text, “Goodnight my Shabby xx”. 

I could talk about her forever, I have a million and one stories of our escapades. But I won’t because I’m gonna cry and no one wants that lol. I love her to the moon and back. Always.