some people change

This tiny fragile human. My best friend. I love everything about her from the way she’ll cry at the drop of a hat whether you bought her something Harry Potter related, or she heard some sad news, to the way she sometimes goes months without crying because she’s so heartbroken the tears won’t come. It’s like she weeps too much for other people’s sadness and troubles that she can’t be bothered to mourn her own.

I love the way she’s so educated and passionate about her beliefs but rarely explains them to anybody because she’s just so content with her own opinion she doesn’t feel the need to spell it out for someone who probably won’t listen anyway.

She laughs when she’s mad. She can’t explain a story where she’s gotten angry about something without slightly chuckling, like it’s so foreign for her to be pissed off at something.