Sometimes your best friends aren’t the ones you spend slumber partying saturday nights with. They’re not the ones who know all your secrets, all your quirks or even your birthday- your oldest friend isn’t the only good friend to have. Sometimes your best friends are the ones who drive you home from a party at 1 in the morning, buying you donuts and playing all your favourite childhood songs, not because she knows they’re your favourite, but because they’re her favourite too. Your best friends aren’t always the ones holding your hand through difficult times, or the ones with pictures of you in your awkward phase. Sometimes they’re the ones giving you room to breath, to grow, to find you five Fridays down the track in the corner of a graveyard getting high. They’re not always the ones to pick you up, sometimes they’re the ones who sit beside you. And there is nothing wrong with that.
today on why i’m a human disaster: i decided to bring myself a glass of water to my room, yknow to have something to drink when i wake up. there is a small table near my bed which is Perfect and literally only there to put a glass of water on it. the only problem is that since the table is really fucking tiny my dog often drinks the water while i’m asleep…. so my sleep deprived brain decided i just need to make sure the water is covered so that the dog can’t drink it…. and what’s a better way to cover a glass of water than with the bottom of said glass! i mean it will be protected from all sides, what a genius idea-
anyways that’s the story of how i came to my room with a glass of water and spilled it all over the table by literally turning it upside down in an attempt to protect the water from my ever thirsty pupper