Sometimes friendship is just telling your friends about things you saw on tumblr that you probably reblogged from each other.
me and @amekay3
They had sailed past that first awkward stage of an acquaintanceship, the circling, the snuffling about for something in common.
First Run, chapter 5
perspective puts people
in places you’re surprised to find them
like so far past a petty crush
at points of rants and secrets and sharing
to become an important daily presence
like splashing in the shallow end
kicking rocks and pretending to be weighed down
by your faults
like a distant memory of who you were
before you transformed into who you are
a pleasant reminder of human goodness
like caring for you in all the wrong ways
heavy with fear and hurt by your rejection
of a childhood loved but gone
like beautiful when you turn your head
just so, where no one else seems to look
instead of at their darker side