so while ellie is in college paul and ellie’s dad bond and begin to experiment on making recipes for paul’s family’s business. ideally they start a chinese-fusion american-style diner selling pork sausage tacos and paul learns mandarin so that when sleazy investors try to trick ellie’s dad into a bad deal, they can discuss it in mandarin and ellie’s dad makes sure they make all the right business decisions
aster gets accepted to art school. one night, as she finishes a painting, she sends a picture of it to ellie. “what do you think of the last five brush strokes?” she asks ellie, and ellie replies “not yet your best work” and from then on, they keep on talking. as ellie and aster this time. before long talking to each other over text becomes the norm, then it’s skype calls, sometimes kept on throughout the night, even as one of them falls asleep.
(ellie does her best at understanding emojis. aster teases her a lot about it)
ellie loves college. her teacher’s right, she finds more and more people who get her in college. queer friends who are out and proud, kisses a girl or two. she meets all kinds of girls, the one with flowers in her hair, the one with short hair and broad shoulders, the one who says things like ‘emily dickinson is a lesbian’ without ever reading about her beyond the wikipedia page, the one who makes her smile and laugh.
(perhaps even the one who makes her fall in love. perhaps it’s also aster, because ellie keeps wanting to talk to her at the end of the day even after meeting all these people. it should mean something, but–they have a couple of years. they’ll figure it out)
either way, they all end up in the right place, happy and with all kinds of love surrounding them bcs they deserve it and i love them so much
all i want is an azzi cruise dump and instead i get more blondie, some hot sauce, and a reptile.
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
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i love becky sauerbrunn
🗣️ Louder for the people in the back
Erica Sullivan just got silver in the 1500m (and only behind Katie Ledecky) and her twitter account is effing incredible.
kagehina × fall season 🍂🤎
all credits to the original artist @qyhssss on X & weibo