She carries an unreal amount of strength with her, and doesn’t even carry it with the intent for herself. She gives it to others. She gives it to me. I honestly don’t know how she does it, I don’t think she even knows how she does it.
The friend who calls you out on your shit and isn’t afraid to say the cold hard truth, cuz they know you’d do the same.
Friends don’t ghost.
They saw you at your absolute grossest. I’m talking unfiltered, hungover, with scabbed over blood spots from when you got a little too enthusiastic about popping a pimple.
You’re no longer just best friends. You’re like arms and legs on one body. You’re each other’s family and soulmate.
If you moved from your parents’ house, and you had a dog, there is a 100% chance that you will facetime your parents just so that you can see your dog, AKA the love of your life.
You’d marry them for the benefits and because you know you’re never going to find anyone who loves you as purely and authentically as they do. That’s the harsh reality of having someone so perfect in your life.
Your mind runs like it’s in a marathon – and you still tell me, it is never enough… because you’re losing.
Only a few hours passed before Jillian got an email that she had made it to the next round, which consisted of providing two additional photographs, height and weight, numerous personal references including family members, and answering 65 questions.
“What you feel is valid.”