LATE NIGHT WAS DEBORAH'S DREAM DURING HER WHOLE LIFE AND SHE SAID SHE HOPED THE SHOW WOULD LAST FOR MANY YEARS BECAUSE THE SECOND IT WAS DONE SHE'D NEVER SPEAK TO AVA AGAIN BUT THEN SHE LITERALLY GAVE UP ON THE SHOW FOR AVA 😭
اتو زدن دور شأن انسانه. اتو زدن در خدمت مادیات بودنه. اتو زدن یعنی لباس در خدمت من نیست، من در خدمت لباسم.
😭7
Ever since I started ignoring my trust issues like I do with all my other emotions, life’s been oddly peaceful. Denial really is underrated.
نیاز دارم مثل فیلم my old ass برم تو جنگل با دوستام دراگ بزنم و خود ۴۰ سالهم رو ببینم و به هرچی که میگه گوش بدم. no questions asked.
Forwarded from girl, interrupted. (N)
you are the kind of person that makes memories feel like home.
the “i brought you your favorite snack” kind of love.
the "let’s hate the same people" kind of bond.
the “we laughed so hard we couldn’t breathe” kind of forever.
i’ve lived a thousand lifetimes in your company;
half of them laughing so much my stomach hurt,
the other half… singing Hamilton in the worst best voices known to mankind.
we’ve shared fries. shared secrets. shared silences that felt like comfort.
we’ve walked side by side in streets that never made it to the photos,
but god, they made it to my soul.
you’re the Jake to my Charles,
the Rosa to my chaotic energy,
the reason inside jokes don’t need context anymore.
taylor would write about us if she knew what friendship actually is.
(she probably does. we’re just the deluxe Taylor's version.)
you’re my renaissance.
the point in time where things began to make sense.
and yeah, maybe we never take enough pictures
but i remember everything. (all too well).
from the way we scream-laughed over nothing,
to the way your comfort feels like a favorite hoodie on a rainy day.
from late night deep talks to stupid memes
to sharing food like it’s an act of trust (which it is).
so here’s to you.
for being the safe space.
the soundtrack.
the unexpected best plot twist in the story of my life.
happy birthday, you chaotic little masterpiece.
signed: your forever co-star in this weird, wonderful sitcom we call friendship.
the “i brought you your favorite snack” kind of love.
the "let’s hate the same people" kind of bond.
the “we laughed so hard we couldn’t breathe” kind of forever.
i’ve lived a thousand lifetimes in your company;
half of them laughing so much my stomach hurt,
the other half… singing Hamilton in the worst best voices known to mankind.
we’ve shared fries. shared secrets. shared silences that felt like comfort.
we’ve walked side by side in streets that never made it to the photos,
but god, they made it to my soul.
you’re the Jake to my Charles,
the Rosa to my chaotic energy,
the reason inside jokes don’t need context anymore.
taylor would write about us if she knew what friendship actually is.
(she probably does. we’re just the deluxe Taylor's version.)
you’re my renaissance.
the point in time where things began to make sense.
and yeah, maybe we never take enough pictures
but i remember everything. (all too well).
from the way we scream-laughed over nothing,
to the way your comfort feels like a favorite hoodie on a rainy day.
from late night deep talks to stupid memes
to sharing food like it’s an act of trust (which it is).
so here’s to you.
for being the safe space.
the soundtrack.
the unexpected best plot twist in the story of my life.
happy birthday, you chaotic little masterpiece.
signed: your forever co-star in this weird, wonderful sitcom we call friendship.
Forwarded from girl, interrupted. (N)
girl, interrupted.
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این من و کیمیاییم. هم از نظر رنگ هم تفاوت قد.☝️🏻
girl, interrupted.
you are the kind of person that makes memories feel like home. the “i brought you your favorite snack” kind of love. the "let’s hate the same people" kind of bond. the “we laughed so hard we couldn’t breathe” kind of forever. i’ve lived a thousand lifetimes…
maybe the reason I have such bad luck in dating is because I used it all up finding the best friend anyone could ever ask for.
girl, interrupted.
این من و کیمیاییم. هم از نظر رنگ هم تفاوت قد.☝️🏻
دروغ میگه اصلا هم اینطور نیست.