Frienship - Blog Posts
ENFP X ENTP friendship
Me ENFP(f) and my best friend ENTP(m)
ENTP:They should do a movie about me.
ENFP:*meaningful glance*
ENTP:Ok, ok, about us.
ENTP:It should be a TV series.
ENFP:OMG YES.
ENFP:...but if, there would exist a fandom that would be shipping us. Meh.
ENTP:We don't need a series, this fandom already exist.
ENFP:Eh, true that.
Ok Look, I know that in about a year I’m probably gonna change states and such. But the thing is now I miss friends I haven’t even made. Every time I make a memory I know I probably won’t spend all my 4 years with them but I still wanna be friends and make memories with them and have fun. Sure it’s heart breaking but I’d rather break my heart a thousand times then not make friends at all.
"She's going to sit alone. Right at that same table where she built it all. Her happiness, her courage, her perseverance, but most importantly, where she met all of her friends. Now it's all crumbling down to her fingertips. She closes her eyes and tries to dream herself away into a reality where all of that still exsists, but she can't. It's all blank without the real thing... Without the real them. Complete nothingness. She can't even remember their voices. Everything is fading away from her. And everytime, she blames herself for something that she couldn't control. They've all left now; her friends. The girl lifts her head and stares at them. They're all happy. They all prance around, discussing random topics she used to talk about with them all of the time. She even sees her crush holding hands with her best friend. They don't even notice her. All of them go sit at their new table, completely forgetting about what once was. She weakly smiled as tears fell down her cheeks. Her heart ached for them. For someone. But she had no one. She put her head back down and waited for an escape. She pulled her sketchbook and poetry journal closer to her. They may only be objects, but they are all she has now. She pours her heart out crying. She couldn't hold it in any longer. Her fears were reality, and she somehow had to stay strong in this. But how could she stay strong when she wasn't going to be remembered by any of them? Was it all pointless to make memories in the first place? She just wanted to disappear. She then heard whispers all around her. It sounded like her friends, but that couldn't be. She lifted her head up and rubbed her eyes. A boy with a pretend smile and a sympathetic gaze pulled me into a hug.
"You're going to be okay, we're all going to be okay. I promise."
She cried into his chest until they all gathered around her and tackled her into a group hug.
Her friends.
They were here.
"I'm sorry for the mess I've created," She shyly whispered, "haven't you forgotten me, yet? I would've."
"How could we forget about you?" A raven haired boy asked, "We've been right here the whole time."
- Dreaming of Wolves//Vent
(I just... Sobbed while writing this.)
One question
Who likes Lauren Jauregui?
Because if so...we have to be friends! 🌟
little drabble about Pandora and Regulus' friendship
"And what's this one?" Pandora lifts her head from regulus' chest to look at the small flower he's holding before her
"A buttercup, you know that." she drops her head back and digs her feet into the grass "there the little flowers that tell you whether you like butter or not" she rolls her eyes a bit a the myth because it isn't even creative
"Maybe, but I won't know for sure until I ask you, beside we both know thats just some fairy tale" Pandora sighs contently at that because regulus' comfort towards pandoras honesty and inability to handle fake things is nice
most people get annoyed that Pandora has little interest in pretending that silly stories are real or in telling people lies for their own comfort. Regulus doesn't, though. Regulus likes pandoras honesty because "very few people are truly honest." They balance each other, that's why they work so perfectly because Pandora can be honest and Regulus can handle it with grace
Pandora runs her hand softly down towards her leg until she finds Regulus' hand and intertwines their fingers. She leans her head back looking up at the blue sky and the willow tree above them
It's quite for a minute the sound of regulus' breathing and his chest rising and falling the only disturbance
eventually, she hears the grass ruffle, and then a quiet voice asks, " And what about this one?"
losing a friend (for the one that got away) 1/3
part 2 , part 3
@frenchtoastlesbian //personalmessage.blogspot.com // @linguinereid // trista mateer // unknown // richard siken // ocean vuong “on earth we’re briefly gorgeous”// unknown // unknown
[ID:
A tumblr post by user frenchtoastlesbian, reading: losing people is so interesting because like. no i don’t want to speak to you ever again. yes i think about you on your birthday.
“The number of hours we have together is actually not so large. Please linger near the door uncomfortably instead of just leaving. Please forget your scarf in my life and come back later for it.”
A drawing of a book, with the words ‘it takes two to be a stranger’ on the cover.
A tumblr post by user linguinereid, reading: also today is my old best friends birthday (we just grew apart) and it’s so weird how you can go from talking every day to just sending a little “happy birthday! i hope this year treats you well!” to them. like i know everything about you, but also nothing.
I’d rather think of this / as a confession: / you are still the first person / I want to share new things with.
Graffiti on a wall, reading: “If we ever stop talking.. Send me a song”
Sometimes you get so close to someone you end up on the other side of them. - Richard Siken, Editor’s page: the long and the short (...)
A tumblr post from memoryslandscape, reading: “I miss you more than I remember you.” - Ocean Vuong, from On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous (Penguin, 2019).
A handwritten note, reading: I always see stuff and think “oh you’d like this” / I hope that you see stuff and think that I would like them, too.
Maybe someday / we will be two /people meeting / again for the first time.
A tumblr post by coffeeacademia, reading: i find it so beautiful how we all read the same poetry and miss different people
A tumblr post by user frenchtoastlesbian, reading: losing people is so interesting because like. no i don’t want to speak to you ever again. yes i think about you on your birthday. / end of ID]
The most thing to cherish in life, is the people you love and care for.
Life
update because i have not been here :
I found out I am autistic and have ADHD
I lost my best friend for a year (she was toxic as fuck)
I came out to my mother
I got a lecture on friendship, homosexuality, and depression/mental health
I got a new psychologist
I discovered my new spanish teacher did not wear bras, yet wore tight fitting and see through clothing
I identified as genderfluid
I accepted I was an atheist
I identified as asexual
my therapist gave up on me
I identified as panromantic instead of pansexual
i identified as demigirl
I became confused on my gender
I did 🍃