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happy lunar new year ^_^ 🐍🐍🐍

lmao this sucks

well shit

I lost my best friend 3 years ago- not lost as in dead but lost as in we only text each other on our birthdays now. Movies and books don't tell you that a friendship dying is like the sinking of a ship, you try to get higher and higher and hold onto the rails and unanswered texts, the captain tries to steer it to safety and salvage pieces of two broken hearts until you're left with memories of what once was. We were friends for a decade and knew each other's diaries by heart, I still remember her phone number and the way she took her coffee. Seeing her in streets is like breathing in a scent you forgot you knew but it immediately takes you back to a summer in '07.

Movies and books also don't tell you that friendships don't just end after one fight or incident, it's like the rusting of a bridge, the slow decay of flesh and bones and secrets. It took weeks, months- until one day I woke up and I realized I hadn't thought of her in a while. And I wrote a poem that day and I titled it 'The dying of a best friend' and I put all my love for her in a tiny box with my half of the matching pendant of a dolphin we had and stored them in a corner of my heart under the heading Grief. Where else can one hide unspent love?

It's been 3 years since I lost my best friend, lost as in I still carry our secrets in a tiny box but we only text each other on our birthdays.

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire

stephanie beating the shit out of clay btw

creepy

among us breastfeeding babies

Together

wake up babe new fursona just dropped

Omg Ophelia you would not believe the day I had.

First horatio was like “methinks I saw him yesternight, the king your father” and I’m all like “the king my father???? But he’s dead; peep the nighted color of my mourning garb.” Then he tells me this wild tale of seeing the ghost of my dad and that I should totally come check it out tonight. So I go and skip my uncle’s rager, but it was cold and Marcellus forgot snacks. BUT THEN OPHELIA—The ghost actually showed up, but it started stalking away. So I’m like “I’m gonna follow it” but Horatio grabs me and goes “nooo doooont! it will make you jump off a cliff or lure you in to madness!” So I pulled a knife on him, because one should always have a knife when communing with spectres loosed from hell, just common sense, and threatened to kill him and Marcellus if they wouldn’t let me go. Can you believe horatios nerve? He invites me ghost hunting and then gets all weird about me hunting ghosts!! Anyway, long story short: ran around the woods in the dead of night and lost my hat, talked to the ghost, pissed myself hence why I’m holding my trousers and—why are you looking at me like my noble mind has been overthrown?

if you want, you can read my webtoon! :) is called stiff and is about some friends with abnormal abilities so if superheroes or supernatural is your kind of thing, maybe give it a go