#bewitchling

  when you return to your worst trash show…….

don’t you dare say supernatural i swear

About my best friend. We’ve been friends for pretty much 12 years now. We’ve had our differences, distances, and have been roommates. But damn, I love this girl no matter what. She’s super creative and wonderful and her door is always open when I need it most. We’ve had shopping sprees at Target and liquor stores. We’ve been through a lot of shit as individuals, but still have the other’s back. She’s always up for an adventure or is quick to introduce me to a new video game. She is the hair color master and has been for years. She’s my best friend, and I don’t even know what I’d do without her.

 @bewitchling said: stop it stop it now ...

…….I SWEAR

 can we like. as a community agree on a damn tag...

reblog the money cat sam

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Gear up, this one is going to be the hardest, and the easiest, to write.

Ashley. AshleyK. My best friend! My best friend??? My best friend. I love you.

I’ve known you since I was…14 years old? And one of my first memories of you is when you dyed your hair black, freshmen year. And of how you had a phone that was way cooler than mine?? And being like, “damn, her phone is so much cooler than mine.” when I bought you and Grant lunch that one time. We had a lot of the same friends, but our first year, weirdly, we didn’t cross paths that much?? So I thank the universe everyday that we had Latin together that second year. Like, the universe put us in latin together freshmen year and was like “okay! be friends!” and instead we got sat on opposite ends of the classroom and unintentionally floated weirdly around each other’s lives. So then our sophomore year the universe was like, “get your shit together!” and gave us Latin II and seats next to each other and gave us a second chance. One of the most vivid memories I have of us in High School was that time you, Omar and I were sitting in the Foyer talking about how you hadn’t shaved your legs. I, uh…understand the weird lack of sentimentality there, but uh–there it is. Getting to know you was easy, and then really hard. I was still very much shaking off my parent’s values and figuring out who I was, and you already had a grasp of yourself. I can look back at the fifteen-year-old I started eating lunch with in 10th grade and trace her back to you, but me? I there are smatterings, but what I remember of what I was and who I am are disjointed.You also don’t take shit. Like, you really would not take shit. You were indulgent some of the weirder aspects of who I was–and you still are–but you always did, always have, challenged me. You helped me shake the egg shells off, and it didn’t make me into someone you wanted me to be, it helped me grow. It wasn’t that manipulative, “be who i want” type of growth. You saw where I was stunted and you pointed it out. You were by my side for some of the most difficult things in my life. You reminded me of what I deserved when I wasn’t getting it, and you loved me when I felt like I was unlovable. You are the first and only person to make me a real mix CD, and you just did it, with no prompting or reason and it’s one of the best gift I’ve ever been given (I still have it, by the way. Everyone loves that CD). We sat parking lots for hours with together, to talk about high school, or boys, or college, or horror movies. I will always love and laugh at our seven hours story. I love that when I was 17 I suddenly found these amazing four people (lookin at you, Celeste and Calvillo) and you saw that they were important to me and that they treated me like a person and you made space for them, even though you didn’t want any new friends. I love that I got to know your brother, that you can talk me into doing pretty much anything, because I know I can trust you with that power. I love that you convinced me to buy the original Fright Night and that your stepdad came in and watched the second half of that amazing, ridiculous movie with us. Sometimes I want to watch it again but it reminds me so much of then I can’t bring myself to do it without you. When I think about how accommodating you were of the changes I was going through as a person, especially when I was 16/17 and a total mess, I feel like I don’t deserve you. The thing about our friendship, that I will take to my grave, is that I know that I do. When my favorite movie was V for Vendetta, yours was Watchmen. When I was good at Latin history and vocab, you were good and history and grammar. When I wanted to see the old Fright Night, you were crazy to see the old one. When I was playing Dragon Age, you were playing Mass Effect. We saw The Woman in Black, Dark Shadows, Alice in Wonderland together and hated them. We saw Stoker, Gone Girl, Cracks, and so so many others together and loved them. You made me watch Interview with the Vampire and The Exorcist and I made you watch Hot Fuzz and Zombieland. We’re all over the board, but thing is, we’re all over the board together. When you feel happy, I feel happy. When you’re upset, I get upset. When you’re not doing well, I have more trouble getting by. I hate it when you’re not happy, and the world seems brighter when you are.

okay good you needed that rest!! is all that stuff going to keep you out for a large part of the day?? do you think you could maybe ask your prof about getting out of the lab??