It’s inevitable. Sometimes, your friends are going to make decisions that you just don’t agree with. And sometimes, your only job is to be supportive. But if you watch your friend make a decision that can hurt them without speaking up… then what kind of friend are you?


That’s what people never understand: They see us hard little pretty things, brightly lacquered and sequin-studded, and they laugh, they mock, they arouse themselves. They miss everything. You see, these glitters and sparkle dusts and magicks? It’s war paint, it’s feather and claws, it’s blood sacrifice. ― Megan Abbott, Dare Me


♪ ♫ You can count on me like one, two, three
I’ll be there
And I know when I need it
I can count on you like four, three, two
And you’ll be there
Cause that’s what friends are suppose to do ♪ ♫