hate how “friend” as a word and as a concept is so trivialized and divested of real meaning. make friendship beautiful and sacred again
make FEMALE FRIENDSHIP beautiful and sacred again. bring back victorian era romantic friendships. be the anne of green gables you wish to see in the world etc etc
True friendship is when you mentally calculate your bank account to see if you can travel to your long-distance friend to support them in a hard time while also being able to purchase bottled water on the way. True friendship is when you’re willing to commit some felonies for each other. True friendship is when you’d go broke for each other. True friendship is hating that that is the word for the one you love like family but technically isn’t-
Sometimes I feel so overwhelmed by the love I feel for you I cannot utter a word, at those times, beloved, remember to look for the words in the stars in my eyes, in the soft roses that paint my cheeks, in the radiant sun contained in my smile, in the aura of pure joy that radiates from the center of my being as a song of love for you.
But that’s the thing about life. It’s all only temporary. On a small scale the blooming of a rose is temporary, on a larger scale our lives, the turning of the earth and the burning of the stars is just so.
But does that take away from the genuineness, the beauty, the enjoyment? I don’t think it does. When I look at a blooming flower I don’t think of when it will wilt, I just appreciate it’s beauty.
And so I will appreciate your beauty, while you’re here for me to admire. As I hope you will do mine. While we have each other in this moment, however temporary it may be. Because right now it is infinitely here.
Look, if you’re starving in a post-apocalyptic wasteland and suddenly someone is like ‘oh I have tons of food and it just happens to be meat do you want some lol’ you CANNOT act surprised when it’s people. You simply CANNOT.
There are times and places where it is realistic to expect NOT to be served people. For example, in a pie shop underneath a barber shop. THEN you can be all 'OH GOD IT’S PEOPLE.’
If you are in a post-apocalyptic wasteland and are suddenly served a really good meat pie, you have to know it’s people. Do you see any cows? No, they all apocalypsed. It’s your neighbor.
If you’re served food in a post-apocalyptic wasteland, ask yourself these questions first:
Do I trust the person feeding me?
Is this meat fresh, and if so, have there been any livestock non-apocalypsed recently?
Have I seen Kevin within the past week?
Am I willing to commit the penultimate culinary taboo? (The ultimate culinary taboo is putting pineapple on pizza, a crime I regularly commit)
I marvel at how your heart loves. So much love poured, year after year, page after page, through hardships, through pain, never fading, never being less, always with a fresh innocence in its gaze.
