people always joke about not having any friends. 

but they have people to sit with at lunch every day. they have people who will wonder where they’ve gone when they don’t show up to school, who will text them and make sure they’re alright.

there are people out there who don’t have that. people who wander from group to group instead of sitting down and eating because they don’t have someone to eat with.

people who just want someone to care about them, but the one person they think will doesn't even notice they’re gone.

I just want someone to care about me. someone to call me and make sure I’m okay. someone that I can tell my secrets to, knowing that they’ll try to make me feel better instead of just leaving. someone to hate the people I hate, to support me when I need it.

someone to be my best friend.

—  j.f.h /// I wish I had one

British Pattern 1821 Heavy Cavalry Officer’s Sword for an Officer of the 4th Royal Irish Dragoon Guards

90cm blade by Hawkes & Co, London, Manufacturers to the Queen, etched with foliate scrolls, crowned VR cypher, Irish harp, regimental badge and motto, battle honours to Sevastopol and owner’s intitials J.F.H., regulation steel scroll hilt, wire bound fish skin grip, in its steel scabbard with two suspension rings.


The sword of John Fisken Halket.

Lieutenant 20/10/1865.

Captain 17/05/1871.