Once you graduate high school, you see who your real friends are. People change. Someone who you thought was your best friend will cut you off completely. Some of us enter high school with plenty of friends and end with only a few close ones. Others of us enter high school with only a few close friends and end with no friends at all. It’s just how life is. It’s like that sometimes. It sucks but it happens to almost everyone.
—  real friends // excerpt from a book I’ll never write #14
You can’t rely on anyone.” She shrugs and flicks the ash off her burning cigarette. “Even the people you trust most in the world will let you down at some point. Maybe not in a big way to them but your heart will sink to the pit of your stomach and it’ll stay there forever. You’ll never forget that feeling.” She purses her lips and takes a drag, then she looks at me. Her eyes bright with pain as smoke drifts from between of her berry stained lips. “So, save yourself the trouble and have your own back. Because no one is going to come along and save you when things go wrong. You have to stand on your own two feet and save yourself.
—  Excerpt from the book I’ll never write

Maybe all we need is a break.

A month or two where we don’t talk- at least about the things that matter. 

A month or two of small interactions- a small joke here, a small question there, get rid of those old memories haunting us everywhere. 

A month or two where we go back to being strangers, back to being friendly acquaintances, back to being that odd we’re-friends-but-we’re-not-close that we were so long ago. 

And maybe, after a month or two, we’ll be able to pick back up again:

A not-so-clean slate that still offers a chance for a fresh start.

A ‘how was your summer?' that throws us back into endless tales and uncontrollable laughter. 

A hidden smile that says you still remember everything that happened, but you’ve chosen to bury it and let us move on.


Maybe all we need are two months.

—  and maybe this time, it will work out. 
Doesn’t it feel amazing to have someone you can fight with at first, but later on solve every problem and come out even stronger?
—  Poets Love Her
I occasionally think about the friends I have met and drifted from, even the ones I fell on bad terms with for one reason or another. I honestly wish them the best in life, and if we drift back to each other one day I will be blessed once again with their friendship.
—  Something I’m learning
What configured your soul, split and created mine.
—  C.H. // Soulmates