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I call it a journal.

Monday, August 6, 2012

why my friends are better than yours

we can hold an entire conversation solely on movie quotes.
not just friends, but sisters.
heroes as older brothers.
sublime taste in music.
we all love 5 boys.
burping contests. (its okay to throw up in their sink)
calling eachother horrid and demeaning names, ending in fits of laughter.
impossible to offend.
live 5 steps away.
we grow fat together. (wendy's, culvers, roxberry, chili's)
trustworthy.
can spend a whole summer apart, yet, the second we see eachother, nothing has changed.
glitter toes.
drama? what is drama?
who needs to meet face to face? we can be besties w/o even meeting eachother.
nerds.
not afraid to snuggle.
LOTR is not a movie, nor just a book. its our religion.
own wands.
their parents=my parents.
athletic.
english is our second language. sarcasm is our first.
pants? who needs pants?
teddy bears.
beautiful.
snapchat, instagram, twitter, FB, Tango, Hey tell, face time > texting.
every night is movie night.
basement workouts.
testimonies.
tandem rides.
kitchen dance parties.
completely normal to hang with their parents.
rare sleepovers (and when they actually happen, giggle and scream like 3rd graders)
laugh till we cry.
cry till we laugh.
youtube for hours on end.
blog stalking.
summers to last a lifetime.


friends come and go. be sure to know the true ones. keep them close. and the not-so-true ones? dont let them waste your time.
you deserve better.
demand better.




1 comment:

  1. love.
    ps.
    basically i comment on almost every single one of your blog posts....i promise im not a creep. jokes. i totally am.

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