It’s easier to be fully invested in the lives of a few friends rather than struggling to keep up with an unnecessary amount.
If we can all begin to realize that people with autism are simply people, just like you and me, we will begin to see people for their hearts and souls.
The party person. The person who you can count on for a last minute invitation for a night out.
The truth is, real friends don’t just appear. They are made.
Not having your entire life planned at 22 is not a bad thing — it’s an open door.
It’s not a bad thing if you have to ask for help once in awhile.
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.