and you are one of my best friends on tumblr

anonymous asked:

hello~ recently i've gotten into seiyuu hell and i was wondering if you have any facts on noburin and ryohei-san? i want to know more about their friendship~ thank you and have a good day-!!

Oh hello! And welcome to the seiyuu hell!

 where one can’t never turn back! I hope you enjoy this world haha

 I don’t know why you ask me (of all the people that more intelligent and knowledgeable people than me in Tumblr.)

But I will try my best to answer that question.


1. RYOUHEI REALLY LIKE NOBU. I don’t know the true reason but anyway he really like Nobu.

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2. Rather than friends, their relationship are more like brothers. Ryouhei always take care of Nobu and Nobu really look up to Ryouhei. You can tell it just by how Nobu address Ryouhei. “RYOUHEI-SAN”. See,Nobu is really polite to everyone. Beside Ono Yuuki, He always call people name by family name and honorific. ( for example: Kaji-kun, Ohsaka-kun, Namikawa-san, Kamiya-san) Even though, he didn’t drop the honorific, but he called Ryouhei by his first name and that prove how close they are to each other.

3.They are so close to each other, that they are always mentioning each other, even though they are not together at one show.

4. They had been to each other house, always go out together and even travel together.

 5.They’re married.

 6.During Kirafes2017, while performing 8piece, Nobu was caught crying. And Ryouhei also crying at the backstage too.

 7. Ryouhei scolded Nobu for eating sweets too much.

8. Last April fool, we were shocked by Ryouhei because he suddenly post a pic of him with a bold head. Ryouhei showed it to Nobu. He laughed and said “It’s suit you very much!”

9. ”There’re nothing I don’t know about Nobu. I even know his first weight when he was born” -Kimura Ryouhei-

10. Nobu called Ryouhei “My Home”

I guess that’s all I can remember for now.  I think there’re more but i just can’t remember it. hope this will help you know them better.  Jaa!

Hey tumblr people, friends, SPN family,

You may have realised that my blog has become the virtual version of tumbleweed rolling through a desert in recent weeks/months. I noticed on checking my blog recently that I have had an influx of new followers which I think is predominantly thanks to a shout out from Shirley (@destieldrabblesdaily) which I am infinitely grateful for because I consider her one of the best blogs in the SPN fandom. It is for that reason among others that I feel pretty damn bad about not being around recently to share in your speculation, meta and general love for the show.

I haven’t said much since the finale, or even about the finale. I never wrote an episode review for any of the last 3 episodes of season 12. (still haven’t seen 12x21 and don’t plan to) I guess I just want to explain why.

In the past few months SPN has been losing its grip on me, I guess I always thought this would happen one day as it always has in the past with other things that I have falling in love and obsession with until I just… well… get over it. Usually its when a show finishes or movie franchise ends though, rather than whilst it’s still going on. I haven’t felt that itchy desire to constantly check my dash, or write meta or obsess over speculation for the show lately at all. I tried re-watching season 12 and I just couldn’t maintain my concentration. I instead started watching other shows – American Gods is fantastic – and getting out a bit more as well. Tumblr kinda sucked me into this pit where my social life pretty much dried up and became non-existent. Though in all fairness, tumblr also got me through a pretty nasty stint of depression.

I keep hoping that this will be temporary, that perhaps when season 13 comes to our screens that I’ll jump right back in, but I’m not so sure. I guess I’ll watch it, but I don’t know how much I’ll participate in fandom in the future. I want to, I still have that desire to get involved but I don’t have the energy or desire to write meta about the actual show right now. I guess I kinda feel like everything is already being said by the other fantastic meta writers on tumblr and my opinion isn’t really needed.

The thing is, I am tired of SPN. I am tired of the game they are playing with us. I say this, knowing full well that they are dangling destiel in front of us like a carrot dangled in front of a donkey, so close but still so far. Eventually we will get our carrot – of this I am almost certain – but they sure as hell will continue to put us through a bunch of utter crap before we get there.

This is what I am fed up with. I did start re-watching season 12 and I just can’t fathom some things that drove me crazy. Like why when we were first introduced to the British men of letters, it was two strong women who ruled the screen, but by the end, it was another two generic white men to add to our already generic white guy cast. They could have written it in so many different ways to how they did.

Billy’s death pissed me off, so did Alesha’s and Tasha’s. By the time they took Eileen from us I was fuming. Then when they went and wrote off Rowena with an off screen death only told to us in description form I had given up.

On top of this they continued to write scenes of non-con, scenes of violence against POC and women that could easily be avoided whilst maintaining suspense and drama, a dodgy plot point centering around a women fighting her right to choose against the white men trying to take that choice away from her, and on top of it all, fucking Lucifer still being a big part of the show when his character should have died at the end of season 11. His entire story this season was so boring I wanted to skip most of his scenes. I hated HATED his character.

I’m sorry to be negative. The show did some wonderful things this year that I am so happy about. Dean’s story arc was wonderful. His confrontation with Mary in 12x22 had me in tears and I screamed FINALLY out loud as he opened up and admitted things that he has kept inside for his whole life. Dean held this whole season together he really did. The emotional plot was wonderful, it’s what kept me around until the finale because I could see Dabb’s plan for the characters emotional development so clearly in the subtext and later text. Well, until 12x19 for Cas because after 12x19 I don’t understand a fucking thing Cas did and I bloody hope he really has been mind wammied by Jack all this time because otherwise it doesn’t make a lick of sense for his character development.

Ultimately, what season 12 did that was GREAT was threefold:

  • It built up Dean’s emotional development to its climax where he has finally let Sam ‘go’ and admit the years of abuse he suffered under John, as well as admitting that he was a parent to Sam rather than a brother. Dean’s entire story throughout the whole series has been building to this point and it was WONDERFUL to see.
  • It built up Sam’s story in the same way, in that he was able to finally break free from under Dean’s wing and accept his own responsibility and place in the world as a whole – as a leader and hero – rather than something tainted and wrong. Season 12 signalled the end of Winchester toxic co-dependency and I was HERE FOR THAT.
  • It gave us destiel. Now, I say this with certainty guys, although I know it is still contested. Consider it my parting gift to you. Destiel is real and we are going there. Season 12 basically gave it to us because it did things that it cannot now backtrack on. I have never been more certain. Even AFTER 8x17, after Dean’s confession, after “He’s in love… with humanity” and “it was all about saving one human” even after 11x19 and our Hunting Husbands, I still had a whole bunch of doubt on the topic. Now though? I don’t see how it is possible to watch 12x10, 12x12, 12x19 and now, the end of 12x23 without being like “hang on a freaking second – what the hell actually is going on with these guys?” Destiel is gonna happen. This is my speculation for you. Cas will be brought back but he will be brought back wrong and probably under Jack’s control and will walk away from Dean – still crying at his feet – all cold and emotionless as if Dean was nothing to him. Dean will then stop at nothing to get him back. I predict that will happen around the mid-season finale and it will be a big moment for destiel. Another 8x17 but more intense perhaps? Another ‘crypt scene’ but this time with a love confession from both sides? Guys I see it. I can’t not see it now. The one thing season 12 did was take away my doubts. Destiel is real and it is happening and I am pretty sure we will get there by end of season 13.

The problem is, this is no longer enough for me. Even if Season 13 starts with Cas coming back to life in some spectacular beauty and the beast moment which ends in a kiss and a cut to their wedding day… its still not enough anymore. I can’t watch this series just for a ship. I can’t keep going for the fucking carrot dangling in front of me when my hoofs are bleeding and raw and my back is breaking from the weight of all the shit I’ve been forced to carry. The carrot isn’t worth it.

I used to adore this show. Not for destiel, but for the stories, the mythology, the characters and their colourful world of Supernatural things. Now, the characters are slowly reaching peak development and I am getting fed up of watching them get beat down. I want them to have their peace, their happy ending. The stories are no longer fresh and exciting. They are Lucifer and his ridiculous Nephilim baby/not baby.

I am also so fed up of Cas’s story not making sense, of him being controlled or brainwashed or forced to do things he hates. Of his absence when it makes no sense (like when Claire is involved and not a word is spoken about him) or of writers writing him so off key that he comes across idiotic. (thanks Bucklemming). I can’t keep watching the writers butcher this character I adore with all my heart.  

I am so so happy for Wayward Sisters and I will support it with all my might. If only because these writers need to UNDERSTAND that they cannot keep killing off the female characters on this show like they mean nothing. Its just heartbreaking to think that we will never get Charlie, Eileen, Rowena, Billy, Alesha or any of the other female characters who have been wrongly killed off in Supernatural join the female cast of this spin off. I’m excited for Wayward Sisters more than I am for Supernatural right now, because Supernatural is just a massive disappointment for me.

I am sorry I feel this way, its been eating at me for a while. I think it’s the reason I have taken this break. I just can’t put all my time and energy into something that feels toxic to me. I live in fanfic at the moment because it is the characters I adore without the awful truth of canon – even if occasionally canon does still give us those fanfic moments – it’s the other moments that are the issue.

*sigh*

I’m sorry. Part of me desperately wants to hold on with all my might, to come back and throw myself into speculation and meta and all the stuff you guys are so awesome at, but another part of me is so so bitter its preventing me from feeling any joy from it.

Maybe when season 13 comes on I’ll forget this post and just start this blog up again. I certainly miss talking to the bloggers on here I consider my friends, I just feel that without contributing to anything I have no purpose on Tumblr, and I don’t want my negativity to affect anyone else. So in the meantime, this is goodbye. I may still visit and reblog stuff occasionally, but I won’t be writing anything for a while. A long while probably.

It’s been fun Tumblr, but from now on consider this an extended hiatus. Perhaps I’ll see you in the Autumn… perhaps this fleeting romance is over for good. I won’t know until I know. As for Supernatural, I have said my bit. Expect Destiel along with a side of bitter disappointment. Wayward Sisters will be amazing though. So long as they don’t let Bob Singer or Bucklemming anywhere near it that is.

Hey. I don’t usually write posts like this but I wanted to share something with you guys tonight that’s kind of silly but maybe one of you will benefit from it. 

I met one of my best friends for the first time today after four years of being over 2,000 miles apart. I could go on and on about everything she has done for me, but I really don’t want to cry. What I really want to tell you guys, especially my younger followers or any of you going through a tough time is this:

Those people that message you on tumblr that seem really nice? Those people who you always talk to during live streams of your favorite Lets Player? Those people who always tag you in silly fandom posts? 

They’re real people. And they really do care about you. For such a long time, I was in denial that people actually cared about me on here. It’s so easy to fall into that mindset of, “None of these people are real, I don’t see any of them in real life so I can’t matter to them.” But holy shit. Holding and hugging someone like that and realizing that there are people out there that don’t have to hear your voice or see your face to love you?? There is nothing like that feeling. Knowing that people on tumblr aren’t just icons is something unbelievable. And talking to someone like that feels like talking to someone you’ve known forever. So please, keep talking to your internet friends. Don’t stop connecting with nice people on here. It’s really scary and anxiety-inducing to make friends and talk to people, but it is so worth it. People online can see sides of you that other people don’t and they will still love you. The people who are kind to you on here could end up hugging you in real life and crying with you and it will all be worth it. Please never forget that friendships online are no less valuable than real life ones.And if you can meet someone who you really connect with, it’s so worth waiting for the day that you might meet them and feel all of that love and connection in real life.

What do you miss the most about him?”

“I’m not sure,” she whispered, looking down to the ground, “I’m not even sure if I do miss him. I miss the memories, and I miss talking to him and the way he made me feel. But I still don’t know if miss him, you know?“

—  am i supposed to miss him? | a.m
i think i fell in love with you long before i realized
but come to think of it
how could i not?
after all of the late night conversations
and the times you were my shoulder to cry on
  after the hugs that felt like home
  and all of the times you were my hand to hold
  after the “good morning” and “good night” messages
  and all of the phone calls you made just to make sure i was okay
  after all of the times you made me laugh when it felt like i would never smile again
  and all of moments and memories we can never tell a soul
  maybe i didn’t even really fall for you
  i think i just woke up one day
  and i knew
  that you were the one who i wanted by my side
  through thick and thin
  for better or for worse
  it’s always been you
  and i hope it always will be you
—  Anonymous said: Can you write something about falling in love with your best friend?
(cc, 2017)

This is why I left:
I saw a life with you. Not in a romantic way, but the way where when I looked at the future I saw you sitting at my dining table, confessing your worries for the 1,800th time. I saw you meeting the love of my life and introducing me to yours. I saw you loving my kids like they were your own and I saw us loving each other - platonically, simply.
But through our late night conversations about the world and about our futures - mere kids aspiring to be something great in a city that was always so poor - you spoke more about the way my smile lit your world up instead of what you’d do to create your own. You stopped fantasizing about meeting the love of your life and insisted that I was already in it, despite the fact that I said it wasn’t what I wanted. That this wasn’t how it was supposed to be.
I caught the lingering stares and the subtle comments. More than anything, I noticed how we changed; how you tried to force something on me that I didn’t want, and how you kept getting hurt in the process - silently blaming me for not reciprocating feelings that I didn’t harbor in the first place. 

Three years later and I feel the hatred steam off of you when you see me on the corner of my block. I ripped you off of me like a dying limb because I knew that if I held on to you, you’d  cling for dear life - never looking forward to another version of your own future again. I left because I’d rather hurt you now and have you move on in due time, as opposed to not at all. I didn’t want you meeting the love of my life with a cold smile and tension wrapped around your first handshake. I didn’t want you to go home at night with no one beside you. I didn’t want you to look at my kids and wish they were ours. I didn’t want you to look backwards. I needed you to look forward.

I broke your heart for your own good. But believe me when I say that you broke mine, too.

—  Fri[end]zoned // n.b.

As a kid, I used to think love was when you thought someone was pretty and they let you hold their hand. I would send out the letters to every girl that caught my eye and I would wait anxiously for a reply. I carried that trend into my adult life–pairing myself with any pretty girl that didn’t find me repulsive.

So when you asked me when I knew I loved you. I was tempted to say it was when we held hands for the first time and I felt it in my gut, but it was seven months later, a week after I met your family, that double date with your best friend and her loud boyfriend. During one of his many stories, you reached for my hand under the table and smiled at me because you knew how irritated I was getting. I tried to master a smile back at you but my lips turned to concrete. I felt it like I had never in my life: butterflies.

All my life I’ve been building walls and towers so high you couldn’t see what was behind; my fears and insecurities. Perhaps that’s why I always looked for battles and challenges, even when there wasn’t any. I always looked for ghosts to fight and demons to shoot so I would keep myself busy. Then, you came along and you made it easy for me. You laughed at all my jokes, especially the terrible ones and made me special, safe. I couldn’t fight this and I didn’t want to because it was the best thing to ever happen to me. I knew instantly that you didn’t want to change that part of me which always looked for the hard path but you would encourage it, standing by my side. So that’s what love is, not the absence of a battle, but fighting together.

—  A collab between my immensely talented friend @writingbykawelwa & @giulswrites

What chance do we have?
The question is what choice?
Run, hide, plead for mercy, scatter your forces?
You give way to an enemy this evil with this much power
and you condemn the galaxy to an eternity of submission.
The time to fight is now!

a gift, for one of my best friends out there.
for all those past years, and for as many as we can get in our lifetime

I miss you, I don’t have a best friend anymore, sure I have close friends, but no one is there like we were for each other. I hope you miss me too.
—  give me a call
it’s such a paradox
because i hate you
but i love you
and i can’t stand seeing you all of the time
but not seeing you makes my days feel incomplete
just like not talking to you constantly makes me feel like something is missing
but talking to you all of the time reminds me that something is missing
because nothing is the same
even though everything (almost everything) is back to the way it used to be
when you hug me, i never want to let go
but i can’t stand your arms around me anymore
it just reminds me of everything we had
and lost
and when i look into your eyes,
i get so lost
because i remember the sparkle that once greeted me
the sparkle that dimmed the same way our spark had burnt out
and i lose myself in memories
i desperately i wish i could forget
but that i never want to let go of
the same way you and i can’t seem to let go of each other
but part of me wishes you would
don’t hold my hand so tight
but for the love of god, please don’t let me escape your grasp
every time i try to push you away
i just end up pulling you back
and the one person i feel as though i can tell everything to
i can’t utter a word of to
it’s like i’m constantly drowning
and you’re the water
but you’re also the one who gives me mouth to mouth
—  anonymous asked: Something about not being able to get over your now ex bf who’s still your best friend and you don’t want to tell them because you don’t wanna lose them?
(cc, 2017)

You told me that we were best friends. Were we?

You promised me that we would tell each other everything. But I was the only one that held up their end of the deal, wasn’t I?

You said that you’d always be there for me. Where are you now?

You smiled when you put the knife in my back. Why did you do it?

I was such a good friend to you. How come you couldn’t do the same?

—  what happened?

You have five seconds. Five seconds and then you need to walk out of here and smile and laugh like nothing is wrong. Five seconds alone in this bathroom stall.

Five seconds.

One.
They kissed. Play it over and over again in your head. The edge of the window obscured only what you could fill in anyway. They kissed, and that’s the end of it. No last-ditch attempts, no alternate endings. He is in love with her, and he kissed her, not you. You watched from the sidelines, just like you always do. You thought you were in the game but you’ve been benched all season, playing holograms and recordings and pictographs of memories.
For this second, embrace that rawness. He kissed her and it hurts because she isn’t you.

Two.

I know you want to argue, that you’re doing it right now. You’re making excuses and adding in ‘but what ifs.’ After all, you didn’t actually see it. Maybe your eyes played tricks on you. Maybe it wasn’t what you saw.
You want to say, but what about two days ago? What about the things he said, the way he looked at me? At just me.
It doesn’t matter what he says. It doesn’t matter how you think he felt. It doesn’t matter who you think he wants, it matters who he’s with.
And he is with her. Not you.

Three.

You were wrong about everything. Admit it. Own up to your dreams that got in the way of reality, acknowledge the danger of overanalysis. He makes you feel like home, but if he’s home, why does it feel like he just scraped out your insides?
And not for the first time. You feel hollow–cling to this. Maybe he is where your heart is, maybe he is your heart. Maybe he is everything to you, but you’re not to him. If you were, he wouldn’t have kissed her.

Four.

Remember all those things, one last time. After this, they are gone. They have to be gone. It’s the only way you’re going to survive. Remember the first time you met him and you knew you were going to fall in love with him and you knew it was going to break your heart. You always saw this coming. Deep down, you’ve just been waiting for the blow to fall.

Five.


I don’t know if you’re going to love anyone else. I don’t know if distance will finally solve what proximity cannot touch. I don’t know if you’re ever gonna really forget how much this hurts.
But one day, it will stop hurting. I promise

Look in the mirror, take a deep breath, and smile.
You are beautiful, you are brave. You love without regard for the consequences, and that is one of the best things about you.
You have amazing friends and a whole summer with them ahead of you.
Don’t miss out on that because you’re sad about him.
You are going to live through this, and you’re going to be better.

Walk out of here and don’t let them see those five seconds. Life’s too short to get all weak-kneed over some fuckboy who doesn’t care.

—  “Five Seconds in a Bathroom Stall”
when i tell people i want to spend the rest of my life with you
they think i mean that i plan on marrying you
but i have no plans on getting down on one knee for you
my plans with you include holding your hand as we walk through life together
my plans include being your friend
your best friend
as you are mine
after all
we don’t need rings and a piece of paper to prove our commitment to one another
we just need love.
—  Anonymous said: hi! could you please write something on platonic love?
(cc, 2017)

“Uh…. not what I was planning, but okay…”

here have this completely out of context comic I couldn’t help drawing

in which ford (while dimension hopping) comes across a dimension where billdip is a thing and has now vowed to keep them apart at all cost in his own dimension even tho no one understands what he’s talking about

more context under the cut

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Plagiarized fics - asking for help from the 1D fandom

Hi everyone! I’m poking my head in your door from the Haikyuu fandom to ask you guys for help. I have spoken to quite a few people in the One Direction fandom thus far and I have been overwhelmed by their kindness, support, and how fast everyone I talked to acted to help me and my friend get this sorted out.

It came to my and my best friend ellessey-writes’s attention (confusing names, sorry! I’m Esselle) this morning that many of our fics had been stolen by the Tumblr/AO3 user Fruxoo, who has since deleted her accounts.

Here are two screenshots of Fruxoo’s fics, posted in April. The first is a direct copy of my story Hunger, completed last June 2016. The second is the summary from Ellie’s story Tea and Sympathy, posted January of this year. The entire text of every fic Fruxoo stole has been copied almost exactly word for word from our fics, changing only the names and other relevant character info.

I messaged her privately and asked that she post an explanation on Tumblr, as well as replace the text of her stolen works with links to our respective stories, in order to notify any readers who enjoyed these works. Unfortunately, she didn’t respond. Now that she has taken everything down, that’s no longer possible.

It would mean the world to Ellie and I if people would help spread the word about what happened. Last year, between the two of us, we wrote 626,000 words. We poured all our energy and love (and time!) into these stories, and to have someone copy them word for word, lie to people who were kind enough to comment or send asks as if they had thought up the ideas on their own, and interact with other people in the 1D fandom based off of love for OUR writing, is devastating to us both. This was going on for at least 2.5 months.

Besides the two stories listed above, we know As Long As You’re Smiling was actually copied from ellessey-writes​​‘s fic The Chronicles of the Virgin Asahi. We think this is the first fic they grabbed, due to the note on the summary. Here is a masterpost of all Ellie’s works from last year, and a link to her AO3.

They also took my incubus story Dreamless and reposted it as Lilin. This fic was posted as a part of a collab for my close friend’s artwork. reallycorking​​ drew this (VERY NSFW) art as part of a 30 day challenge, and the two of us worked together for a full month on Dreamless. Here is my fic masterpost for last year, and a link to my AO3.

I wanted to share links to the rest of our work because we don’t know how many stories she stole (it seemed like there were around 10 in total). We didn’t even have time to make a note of everything before she removed her accounts. So we don’t know what people read and might want to re-find (if there’s any interest cross-fandom).

Again, the One Direction fandom has been so incredibly supportive (Gina, Ange, phd-mama, Emmi, Lisa and everyone who was so helpful and understanding). Ellie and I started off the morning crushed, and now I have comments in my inbox on the fics that were stolen, and asks on Tumblr showing support, and it’s nearly brought me to tears. Thank you all so much. If anyone who sees this would be kind enough to get the word out there in any way (reblogs, just telling your friends who’ve read these stories, anything!!), we’d be incredibly grateful.

THANK YOU, to everyone who takes the time to read this.

Anna @holytomlinson (formerly annayolome) got so much anonymous hate after posting her own opinion. An opinion she was so scared of expressing here in the first place because sticking your neck out even a little bit in this climate is terrifying. So she decided to leave Tumblr and delete her blog. Like she said, she never dares to post her opinion, and now you have the concrete result of why that is.

I’m so outraged by the horrible fandom culture that’s taken over here. At what people get themselves to write to others, with no regard for others well being at all. She expressed an opinion based on love and people answer her with cruel hate. It’s despicable. And cowardly.

She’s going to continue to support and love Louis, the ways she can while not being on Tumblr. That is what she’s about, she is pure kindness, and all she wants is to watch Louis succeed and smile.

Anna is one of my closest and best friends, and for me this place will seem much duller without her presence. If you take anything from this post, please let it be to spread kindness and love, and not hate. And if you can’t do that, then keep your filthy fucking mouth shut. Thank you.

your mouth
your smile
your hands
say all the right things
that make me feel
special
and wanted
like i’m the only one for you
like i’m all you want
which is all i want
because you’re all i want

but your eyes
don’t say
my name
—  Anonymous said: about being in love with your best friend and he hints that he likes you back but still checks out other girls in front of you and it breaks your tiny stupid heart?
(cc, 2017)
the definition of friendship
is not one that can easily be described;
there are no black and white lines
because friendships are made
of people
and people are never perfect
but if i’ve learned anything
in my four years in high school,
it’s that friends are the ones
who still love you even when they hate you
because you made the biggest mistake of your life,
and who you know you can call at three in the morning
after your boyfriend cheats on you
even though she tried to warn you that he would do it
and hasn’t talked to you in two months,
and who will listen to you bitch about someone
for the millionth time in a row
and just let you go on because they understand
that you need to get it out of your system.
friends are the people who you go on late night, early morning,
and anytime in-between adventures with,
even if those “adventures” are just to walmart or mcdonalds or your house.
they are the ones who love you at your worst.
they are the ones who check up on you 
even if they’re mad at you.
they are the people who still care about you
even when you don’t talk much anymore
and the ones who you can talk to about anything
or go anywhere
and still have a good time.
they are the ones who call your parents “mom” and “dad” by accident
instead of “mrs.” or “mr.”.
they are the ones who you tell everything to
and who have seen you at your best and worst.
friends are the ones who make this life worth living
even when it’s a living hell.
they aren’t the ones who only like you when you drink,
and they aren’t the ones who ditch when they see 
how ugly you can really get. 
they aren’t the ones who ignore your cries for help
because they’re angry at something you did to someone else.
they aren’t the ones who ignore you when you apologize
and they aren’t the ones who don’t accept your apology for fucking up.
and, most of all, they aren’t the ones who hate you and never change their minds. they aren’t the ones who leave you at rock bottom and only come back when you’re on a mountaintop again. they aren’t the ones who only want to see you at your gold-star moments; they aren’t the ones who leave when you’re crying at two am over something stupid for the millionth time and decide they just “can’t care” anymore.
it’s not always perfect; people aren’t perfect, so why would friendship be perfect?
friends make mistakes; forgive that whenever possible
(or when it’s a little impossible),
but also know when to let go of a friend who was never a friend at all.
—  high school is almost done and i haven’t learned much but i have learned who my real friends are. if you’re not one of them, see you never after june 2. // 2.10.17