AN OPEN LETTER TO MY BEST FRIENDS

I write this as I sit on the floor of my apartment, or rather, on a cushion encased in plastic atop the floor of my new apartment for fear of my bare flesh touching the thick layer of hazardous grime left by the previous tenants. Trying to keep my mind off the lingering scent of mildew and cat excrement, I’ve been reflecting on my relationships and the unfortunate hit they’ve taken recently.

Community and friendship are two things that I value most, and I have been fortunate throughout my life to discover and create numerous little pockets of these friend-families all over the world. An unfortunate side effect of leaving bits of your heart in multiple places means having to miss out on a lot of important things and not seeing those you love as much as you would like. Just in the past few weeks, I have had a friend make a serious life decision, another friend survive a near-death experience, and another come to visit my city - and I wasn’t there for any of it.

Part of me feels a pang of guilt as I write that last sentence, but I trust that my friends understand that this is what happens when time passes and people set down different paths. As strange as it may seem to someone who lives a stationary lifestyle and always sees the same people, some of the best friends I have right now are the ones I see the least. The ones who let weeks, months, or sometimes more than a year pass by between our meetings and we somehow pick up right where we left off. Sometimes we don’t even talk about everything that’s happened in each of our lives during the months apart, but rather we talk about right now. What’s important right now. Of course I have friends that I am able to see often, and for you I am equally grateful. You keep me sane and grounded and provide me with a constant that is so crucial to my well-being.

As the years have gone by I think the friends that are still around are the ones that understand there are a multitude of ways to be a friend, not just physically being there. Everyone I love is on some crazy, ambitious journey that is vastly different from the next person’s, and I’m so thankful to call you my friends. With a restless lifestyle it is to be expected that we’re not always going to be able to be at each other’s side when that is the very thing we want the most. Sometimes we miss birthdays and holidays and graduations and all the tiny experiences in between that seem insignificant on paper but really they’re the things that matter.

For some reason this year seems to be one of the toughest to get everyone together. I don’t know if there’s really one thing we can blame it on - tough economic times turning us into office slaves, using this particular time to see the world and put everything else on hold, some of us have put so much mileage between us that we don’t have the time or money it requires to bridge the gap. I was talking to my childhood best friend not too long ago (over the phone, of course) and she said “I’m enjoying my life and I want to be an adult, but I want to be an adult with my friends.” So I guess this is growing up.

I’m not really making an apology or declaring some resolve to change the way things are. I’m not even going to ask that we all try a little harder to stay in touch, because when you really care about someone, it’s not something you need to remind yourself. In all of this, I guess what I feel is important for you to know is that I care about you tremendously. Maybe more than I say or you believe, but each of you are the very lifeblood that keep me alive and inspired. Even if you’re far away, especially if you’re far away, know that you are valued and we still talk for a reason. If I’m going to be seeing you soon, I’m really looking forward to it, and if no such plans exist yet, expect a phone call.

You are my spirit animal.

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Quaker Hardcore

My roommate and I have been avoiding laundry like the plague which has resulted in us using t-shirts as pillowcases instead of washing our bed linens like normal civilized people.

Getting there.

kiwiforever:

If they wanted an 8 page paper, make the minimum 8.

I am so guilty of this.

kiwiforever:

If they wanted an 8 page paper, make the minimum 8.

I am so guilty of this.

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I know I’ve posted this video before, but it’s just so appropriate for what everyone seems to be feeling during finals. Godspeed everyone. (This video is literally 9 seconds long, take a minuscule break)

Trick

My favorite thing about going outside on days with horrible weather is the shared look of intense anguish on everyone’s face. It’s inevitable.

Fist Shake Dot Gif

  • Last year for a script writing class I had an assignment for which I had to leave an audio recorder running to capture casual conversation and then take a small excerpt and type it up in dialogue format. I just came across this again on my computer and read it out loud to my roommate, who is also featured in the dialogue. This was recorded on a random afternoon last year in our apartment. I seriously debated whether or not to post this on tumblr, because I wasn't sure anyone else would actually find this entertaining. I hope you read it and I hope you enjoy it. Because reading this out-loud and reliving the experience, we found it fucking hilarious.
  • Michelle: I left my milk in the freezer.
  • Whitney: I know! I saw that when I came home and I was like, ‘Why did Michelle put her milk in the freezer?’ I should have texted you.
  • Michelle: It’s solid! My milk is solid!
  • Whitney: I kinda want to suck on it.
  • Michelle: Why did I put it in the freezer?
  • Whitney: (laughing) I don’t know.
  • Michelle: Oh my god. I put milk in the freezer.
  • Whitney: Why did you do that? Were you like, thinking temporarily?
  • Michelle: No. I must have just been like –
  • Whitney: You were like, ‘Oh milk, this goes in the freezer.’
  • Michelle: No, I must have just – I wasn’t thinking. Look at this.
  • (loud crash)
  • Whitney: Oh god!
  • Michelle: Sigh. This is so –
  • Whitney: Frozen?
  • Michelle: I feel like chucking it at someone. Is it gonna be weird once it melts?
  • Whitney: Wait like 24 hours before drinking it because it’ll have little chips of frozen milk in it.
  • Michelle: No, no, I wasn’t gonna have it now. Oh wait, I did want milk. Why did I just pour juice? Sigh. My mind. I’m just excited!
  • Whitney: For milk?
  • Michelle: No, for DC this weekend!
  • Whitney: Oh man… I want milk now.
  • Michelle: I’m really excited. It’s gonna be a hot mess.
  • Whitney: Shit show?
  • Michelle: Yeah. Of course.
  • Whitney: Hey, did you try the new Paradise Blend juice I got?
  • Michelle: Yeah, that’s what I poured.
  • Whitney: I’m not really a big fan of it.
  • Michelle: It tastes like V8.
  • Whitney: Yeah, I think it would be fine if they didn’t add the carrot juice. I mean, that’s a little weird.
  • Michelle: What is it, pineapple? What are the –
  • Whitney: Yeah, just look at the ingredients. I don’t why they, I mean, when I think of ‘paradise’ I don’t think of carrots. I don’t know what they were thinking.
  • Michelle: It looks like tomato on here.
  • Whitney: Gross.
  • Michelle: Where the hell is paradise?
  • Whitney: Look at the ingredients.
  • Michelle: I’m like, looking.
  • Whitney: It’ll say like guava juice, concentrate, whatevs.
  • Michelle: Uhh… pineapple, apple, passion fruit and carrot.
  • Whitney: Why did they do that?
  • Michelle: And you know what, the apple and the carrot are two very dull flavors. They’re not very tropical or strong. Apples in paradise? I don’t think of apples when I think of paradise. Well, Eden.
  • Whitney: (laughing) Eden: the ultimate paradise.
  • Michelle: (laughing) Biblical paradise.
  • Whitney: But um, still. More so than carrots.
  • Michelle: I need to pack.
anothersillyfloridian:

this is what my roommate and i do when we’re supposed to be doing shit.

productivity has a face… and it is nowhere near this apartment

anothersillyfloridian:

this is what my roommate and i do when we’re supposed to be doing shit.

productivity has a face… and it is nowhere near this apartment

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