tell each other everything

My person

So I don’t know if you all have watched Greys Anatomy but it consists of a group of people interning at a hospital to eventually become a doctor. In this group of people there is Cristina Yang and Meredith Grey who eventually become really good friends. Cristina and Meredith become inseparable friends and they eventually tell each other everything. In one of the episodes Cristina states that Meredith is her person.

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This means

  1. Even if you’re incredibly busy, you’ll make time to check in with each other, even if it means you have to sit with them while they work.
  2. They’ll lay on the ground with you when you just can’t handle your day.
  3. They’ll have your back.
  4. They’ll listen to you at your craziest moments.
  5. They’ll tell you what you need to hear. Even if what you need to hear is to shut up.
  6. You’re always together, even when people don’t think it’s appropriate.
  7. You talk about growing old together.
  8. You understand each other’s logic even if it makes zero sense.
  9. You have your own language, sometimes you don’t even need to say anything, you can just make a face and they can read it word for word
  10. You know you can always share secrets because they’ll always keep them.
  11. On the worst days they’ll hold you.
  12. You never have to worry about losing them, because they’ll always be “your person”.

I have found my person.

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People don’t understand that when you have found your person you know that you have found them. I found mine in the 6th grade. I have been with my person since April 11, 2016 and have been with my person for almost 8 months. Within these 8 months it has been a whirl wind of emotions. We have had are good days and our bad weeks. We have made many memories that no one will ever beat. We have so many inside jokes that nobody will ever understand.

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I’m so happy that you Makayla Eileen are my amazing person

I will never lose my person

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anonymous asked:

nvm update she said 'what this is a two sided relationship lol' and i was like 'nah today in math i realized it cuz u said we tell each other everything and i realized we dont, i tell u everything and u tell me nothing and im kinda regretting opening up to u' and now shes not responding

oh dear


Connection Type: Older sister of Ethan Monroe
Connection Name: First name UTP Monroe
Preferred Faceclaim(s): Hayley Atwell
Connection Age/Age Range: 36+
Anything else?
Growing up in a warm and loving family in Boston, Ethan and his three siblings were as close as can be. They often played together when they were kids, hung out in their teenage years and Ethan had always been eager to spend time with his older sister in particular. Especially since she let him paint her face occasionally, once he figured out that makeup artistry was something he was interested in, even if it was just for fun or Halloween, and let him play with her toys as long as he promised not to break them. Now that they’re older, they’re still incredibly close, tell each other everything and support each other, no matter what. Since she has three children (two boys and a girl), Ethan has always made sure to stay in touch as much as his busy schedule allowed him to and is a very proud and caring uncle to the kids, as well as a loyal and loving brother to his sister. The reason why she’s moved to/staying in NYC is up to the player and can be discussed! Her occupation should be something theater/drama related.


So today you temaned me before mumu came . We talked and made a pinky promise and went Swimming then makan at Seah im then bought Starbucks and went for a walk then you surprised me with uyi !! Heheheheh ~ so like that’s the gist of what happened .

When we were talking at the pool and enjoying our uyi I asked you why I was a man and you explained why I was a man and we had a conversation about us . A conversation about the rate we’re gg if we could go far . I feel that at the rate we’re gg we’re doing just fine . Like in the sense that we’re taking our time to know each other better . If we were to tell each other everything about ourselves then in future there’s just nothing to talk about . I mean things that happened along the way in our lives , that’s fine but I feel that not knowing everything we will discover ourselves together kind of thing . I don’t remember exactly how I said it but it’s somewhere along the line . I think cause I too tired ready . HAHAHAHHA !

Anyways , I had a lot of fun spending time with you just walking and talking about ourselves and us , something I’ve been looking for in a person . Only you can layan me go for walks and just enjoy each others’ company . I loove that about you .

Goodnight and I love you my pretzel 😘😘

P.S: my current must before we go to sleep

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My bestfriend

When I met my bestfriend I had no idea that we would even become close. We’ve known each other forever since grade school but we never were friends until 9th grade. That’s when we started to get close. We went though so much to get where we are today. What made us become very close is we both wanted to start working out so we decided to go to the gym together and your bond grew through the dedication you both had. After the end of your 9th grade year I was moving to a whole different state. When I broke the news it wasn’t very good but we promised that we wouldn’t let anything come between us and we haven’t thus far. Even being this far away we still tell each other everything and we’ve never been closer. Without my bestfriend I wouldn’t be who I am today. She’s my other half and my sister.

Reunions and Goodbyes

So a friend and I have been collaborating on a story for a number of years now and while it’s no where near finished I keep getting plagued by this idea of events happening years in the future that may or may not actually happen. So I wrote down a little thing because I can’t get enough of this bond of friendship.

It had been simple enough for him to get into the palace and get passed all the guards. By the time they were alerted to his presence he had already entered the queen’s private chambers. As they rushed to her aid, however, the queen called them off, happy tears in her eyes. 

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Come here, I am tired and the world is cruel.
Come here and we can hold each other and we can lie and tell each other everything will be alright, it won’t change anything but maybe we’ll feel better.

tigrisereme  asked:

28: Who do they see as their best friend? Their worst enemy?

28. who do they see as their best friend? their worst enemy? [ x ]

instinctively, zeiss would want to reply that his best friend is, of course, his sister. though they’ve never been extremely close to the point where they tell each other everything ( though miredy often knows everything about zeiss anyway but that’s equal parts a result of zeiss being awful at hiding things and also not having much to hide ) or confide in each other much, they have always watched out for each other and been able to rely on each other – or, at least, zeiss has always felt himself to be able to rely on her; he can’t speak for her and, frankly, the thought now that she might not totally feel the same definitely troubles him. however, he also feels that a sibling is not totally the same thing as a friend, that they are bound by different ethics, and he’s also a proud young man who would never want to admit to something so sappy, so he would probably answer that his best friend is rubley. 

on the flip side, zeiss doesn’t really see himself as having a worst enemy. ❝ i don’t think people really … have worst enemies, ❞ he would reply if asked. even the boys and young men who used to ( and still do ) bully him aren’t so much considered ‘enemies’ as simply people who he would just prefer to avoid and dislike. to him, ‘enemy’ implies an active aggression towards a certain individual, and there isn’t anyone he would want to pick up his lance and go after should he see them. 

We went from talking every day to talking a couple times a week to talking once a week and now we don’t talk anymore and I’m fine with that. All the effort was from me anyways so why should I even try if everyday your going to treat me like we weren’t lovers like we weren’t best friends. Like we didn’t tell each other everything

Look how cute we are!

Even though we’ve been together for so long, we’re still human and we don’t tell each other everything. I’m so thankful that after 10 years, we still can sit down and have heart-to-hearts with nothing but love and honesty.

You’re the best, and I’m lucky you’re my partner in life.

Also can we talk about how Rory and Lorelai always pride themselves on how their unique relationship is and how they always tell each other everything and how Lorelai is such a cool and understanding mom …. but actually Rory keeps a lot of secrets from her mother and they do fight and whenever something about boys or having sex comes up Lorelai ask really uncomfortable or like any other normal mother would…… just a thought

Bonjour encore, Montréal

I pulled into the glowing city, the via rail train bending to catch sight of Mont-Royal and the yellow lights of downtown. We arrived at the train station filled with excitement as Mary made her way to pick us up. We flooded the car with conversation and catching up as though there just wasn’t enough time to tell each other everything even though we talk everyday, (a sure sign of best-friendship). She dropped me off at Emma’s and took Shyla home. Another warm embrace with Emma and Nick, a home in all its senses, filled to the rim with love and respect. Emma and I went to Larry’s where we shared gin, and 9 dishes of delicious roasted and pickled winter vegetables. Emma and I talked about how good we are right now. How free and full and happy we are. It’s such a gift to be with someone who values focusing on how fortunate and positive things are. In a world starving for hope, there’s nothing more healing than sitting with someone you love, sharing joy, defying suffering. Talking to Emma reminded me of who I’ve been and the possibilities of who I can become. I spoke to Emma about my feelings about returning to school, about entering this new palpable change in my life. About stepping out of the familiar. I spoke about this deep churning feeling that I have been experiencing lately, it’s a returning to myself, a walking into a new home, a new chapter, a can’t-go-back-now heart beat. 

Dizzy from the gin, we walked down St. Laurent, glittered with christmas lights and people wrapped up in long coats, their words escaping visibly in the frosty air. We embraced and went our ways again, full. 

Gitty, I strode down the street inhaling what it feels to be alive in this moment and another friend appeared. We hugged and smiled and hugged again. I parted ways with Stephanie grateful for the feeling of belonging, of having many homes. 

I got home to Mary’s warm house where she and Shyla were curled up together on the couch. We sat and talked and made plans. I fell into a deep and cozy sleep with the pets and Mary by my side. I awoke to Mary FORCING me to go work out with her instead of snuggling in her warm, soft bed. With a grin, I gladly put on my shorts and ran with her through the chilly streets to MissFit (a female only crossfit gym) where I threw my body through a series of uncoordinated, painful and difficult motions feeling both equally hard-core and pathetic. We left feeling high and went home to eat. Eating with Mary is one of my favourite things. Both of us enjoying the food to an almost overly-serious intensity. Our meals end up with the two of us looking at each other with furious eyes, full mouths, and terrible postures, almost like something is very, very wrong. On the contrary, its all just too right. 

We showered and got ready for the day, doing errands and eating treats. I took off to go to meet Emilee in her new home with Asfand. Em and I hunkered down and talked about the general suffering of the world, of the horrors of entering the chapter of trump, of the dakota pipeline, of sexism in our work places, of climbing ladders and self care. This wild, painful, terrifying and wonderful world.. we tended each others fire and silently and powerfully saw each other and recognized each other in our power and brilliance. Thats what we do for one another. 

Asfand came home, and I fell into the silly love, the competitive sibling rivalry that I always longed for.  We all talked, drank and ate a beautiful colourful meal made by Emilee.  

We went out to find dancing but instead found ourselves sleepy in a white loft that smelled like incense and rust above St. Laurent clubs watching short films on the machine and our part within it. A sombre and sedative place, i snuggled down between Emilee and Asfand as we watched flashing images of corruption and tragedy. But love can win this battle. A knowing voice within me spoke. Though bombarded by the dystopian, apocalyptic messaging, perhaps naive, I believe that the human capacity to love is much greater, I have to. 

I got home and snuggled back in with Mary and Shyla waking up at 11am the next morning. Mary and I rushed around and met Emilee, Ceclia and Melenia for brunch at Aux Vivres a delicious and vibrant vegan restaurant. We talked of womanhood, work, wishes and the world arounds. It’s amazing the strength that emerges from strong women, sitting together. 

We all parted ways in love and Mary and I continued home. We decided that we should go and get a christmas tree together. We found Qinn farms an adorable little farm on the outskirts of Montreal and we went and pet animals and rode a tractor out to pick our christmas tree. Naturally Mary chose one that is at least 12 feet tall. With gorgeous massive branches I felt a mix of emotions as we cut it down. We carried it with complete capability up into her condo and set up this magnificent tree, filling the house with pine and wood fire smells. We ate dinner, cleaned up and then Mary walked me to le petit campus, a little bar near her house where I met with Rasha.

Rasha was standing there like in a movie, beautiful, cold, waiting on the cobble stone street. I embraced her in a huge hug and we went in to watch the Weepies concert. Listening to the weepies is like flipping through family photo albums, it’s an intense nostalgia that reminds me of who I am and where I came from. The weepies have been my soundtrack for 13 years. Kat and I, obsessed with them, have countless memories with the weepies carrying us along, spinning madly on. The concert was incredible. It made me laugh, cry, and miss Kat sorely. What a gift it is to be able to share the gift that Kat and I have cultivated together with Rasha. Intermittent whispers of, “Kat and I love this one”. The rawness and realness of their concert where they spoke of marital fights, breast cancer, growing apart and together, of love and partnership. It felt all too serendipitous and also expected. I just knew I had to go to this concert. It was the type of moment that words cannot recount or explain. It is when thoughts, emotions, sound, sight and knowing all comes together and explodes out of your heart like making love to a moment. It was the type of moment where the heartbeats in the room sync and the music becomes us, and we the music. The melody of being alive the beat driving forward, the harmony… 

We walked out feeling soft and warm. Sobered by the cold Montreal air, we walked to a café where we shared hot chocolate and brownies. We talked of Syria and suffering. Once it was time to part ways, we hugged, again. Rasha a rare gem, I turned and watched her walk away. Back to a life where she is a quiet and courageous healer. 

I got home feeling like I have to write this all down, feeling remarkably awake when Mary came down to talk to me, she wasn’t asleep after all. Under the glow of the christmas tree lights, Mary and I let our hearts do the talking as we spoke about our fears in this life. We spoke of those we created homes within who could not house us. We spoke of the agonizing loneliness that comes from not being able to have the love that we so fiercely fight for and heal others with. We spoke about the gifts of our empathy and our unseen and unrecognized power and bravery. We spoke about being a wounded healer and about finding and living the pride in our narratives. The our story is only started and the gift of insight are powerful tools against hatred, and despair. 

Contented in the world we created, we fell asleep as the snowstorm began. I heard Mary bustling around this morning, with a smile I stretched over and fell back asleep. I awoke to a loving, kissy Shyla and I went downstairs to pack up. Shyla and I trudged through the snow to the via rail welcoming winter with arms open, snowflakes kissing my smile, we made it to the train in just enough time. Now she is stretched out on my feet.

 A final look back, sending my love to Montreal as we surge forward.

And the world spins madly on. 

it’s always the person who you won’t think will ever hurt you that always does and its always the best friend thats “forever” that ends up being the one whose not.
nothing is fucking predictable, and you can’t predict anyones intentions in your life, you can only live through them. and these past couple weeks I’ve been feeling so damn alone, I seem to forget that I am surrounded by people.
I used to think that we were forever. I mean, we’ve been through worse, and we were still side by side after it all and now nothing has even happened, we just stopped telling each other everything and then we just stopped telling each other anything at all, and then before i could even make sense of it, there was so much distance between us that there was nothing to reach for anymore. you’re so far away, and there is no point in reaching over anymore because we are not the same people we used to be.
I used to think that when somebody said they loved you they’ll love you forever. I used to think loving someone was something that would never go away. the words “I love you” were so raw for me, but none of that makes sense anymore because the truth is, people lie.
sometimes “I love you” is just a lie, and sometimes its not. but when do you know when its real?
the answer is, you dont… and sometimes someone will love you one day and then completely ignore you the next for no reason at all.
nothing about anything makes sense anymore. people are here one day, their gone the next. sometimes you don’t even get a reason, you just get to stay up night after night wondering where the fuck did it all go wrong?
and it just doesn’t make sense. nothing makes sense, and I don’t know how to take in the fact that, there are no reasons for why things happen, and sometimes you get no reason to why someone just stops loving you and stops being there for you. you just get to live through it.”
— we used to stay up on the phone talking for hours, now I cant even get a text back

You fucked me up hard.
But here I am. Almost 3 years later.
Actually fucking missing you.
Wishing we could go back to when we would sneak out of our parents houses at 2 AM on a school night, drinking stolen whiskey.
Watching the stars and talking about our big dreams, how we’d make something of ourselves if it killed us.
Promising you that everything would be okay and you promising me the same.
Despite how fucking hard it was to exist sometimes.
We planned our futures, and we were always in them. We were each other soulmates. Non romantically, of course.
You’d tell me everything I needed to hear to keep me going.
But that’s over. It ended real quick. I can’t believe you’d do something so monstrous and yet so cliche. My best friend.
And here I am three years later, stuck between hating you and missing you.
Letting old habits win me over, still over you.
Praying to god you’re alive.
Wherever you are. Please fucking be alive.
I fucking hate you.

I would like a friendship where we can sneak out of our houses and run into a field, yelling and then finally collapse and listen to slow music staring at the stars. We can also borrow each others clothes like its no big thing and we would tell each other everything, and we can critize everything without feelings getting hurt (be honest). If I need a place to go when things are shitty back home, I know I can go there. I also don’t have to put on an act around them. It would just be really nice and chill

anonymous asked:

9 11 31 39

9: my best first date
Wow honestly I like the simple stuff, never did something super crazy, it was a Tims date we sat for hours telling each other everything about ourselves and that was the first time we met, it flowed so naturally and I just knew from there this person was meant to be in my life
11: what do I miss
31: how I feel right now
Super tired … dead from 12 barz last night
39: do I and my last ex hate each other
Not at all

You wake up to the prints of his bedsheets on your skin and you break a little at how well you fit together when you’re both asleep and quiet. These skin maps tell you not everything you give each other has to be born out of anger. You love him so much, you’ll never admit you love the idea of what you could be even more. You’ll never be that with him and he knows.

You spoke with your sister. You asked, “Why did we cry so much at the end?” You’re talking about a film you watched. She says, “We’re like that. We feel things all at once.”

It rained last night on your way home. You laughed in secret. I think you spend too much time traveling alone. You’re waiting for someone, something to take your heart. God, but the earth almost circled the Sun. You’d think she would’ve confessed by now.