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hey man I found a piece of your soul stuck in the text messages of old friends you don’t speak to anymore. do you want it back
Have a good weekend, friends by Jennifer Hagy
good morning
As an introvert I relate to this
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I started reading Stephen King’s It some weeks ago as an experiment. I’d not read any of his books before, and wanted to learn something about storytelling, and behold a genius at activating the fear zones in our brains. The monsters are scary, the shapeshifting force of evil is scary, little kids getting their arms ripped off and faces eaten and sucked down into sewer systems, it’s all scary. Scarier still in this book is the violence regular living people dole out to other regular living people, a force of evil that has nothing to do with dripping fangs or rotting flesh, just our own dark bad powerful impulses. Most of all, beyond the monsters and violence, it seems to me a book about aging and a book about friendship. There is this, which I loved:
Maybe, he thought, there aren’t any such things as good friends or bad friends – maybe there are just friends, people who stand by you when you’re hurt and who help you feel not so lonely. Maybe they’re always worth being scared for, and hoping for, and living for. Maybe worth dying for, too, if that’s what has to be. No good friends. No bad friends. Only people you want, need to be with; people who build their houses in your heart.
by carpentrix
Turkey Creek Jack Johnson: Why you doin' this, Doc?
Doc Holliday: Because Wyatt Earp is my friend.
Turkey Creek Jack Johnson: Friend? Hell, I got lots of friends.
Doc Holliday: ...I don't.
"Dating Tips for Women. Male friends who joke about having sex with you. Men who would have sex with you if you showed the slightest interest. *Note the above is a venn diagram." via Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal (recent epiphany) this is probably true