A best friend is literally everything—a shoulder to cry on, an ear to vent to, a pair of eyes to confirm that your outfit is just right, and the person you rely on to hate your ex more than you…
We can puff up our social network lists, collecting friends like trading cards all we want. In the end, few of those people really matter.
I hope that one day you are successful and kind. That you get to where you want to be and that you don’t hurt others in the process. I hope that you do not allow yourself to be a bitter failure that seeks solace in the spiteful things she speaks about others.
A dream can break your heart.
Your real friends are not the ones who shatter you. They are the ones that help you pick up your broken parts and stitch them back together. They are your wolf pack who growl at anyone who tries to eat you alive. They are your sisters by choice, and your sisters forever.
I’m sending you a winged eyeliner tutorial. Truthfully, I should’ve done this a long time ago.
I never quite understood why girls traveled in packs in high school; whether it was to get a snack at the vending machine or to say “hi” to a boy at the opposite side of the room.
Everyone told me that these were going to be the best four years of my life. Turns out, they were all completely right.
“I went on a date with another girl. She was great, truly! She was beautiful and the best kind of person, but all I could think about was you.”
Ask yourself if you’re prepared to risk it all for a shot at love and remember, at a young and tender age, most relationships won’t last forever.