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#end of friendship
mikefrawley · 2 months
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My Little Queen
Those clouds are now somewhere far away and they cannot dampen your spirits today all the tears you believed would never end have nurtured daffodils you’re on the mend drawn near by that gentle glow in your eyes you walk with golden angels and butterflies now while we’ve said things we didn’t mean I will forever remember you my little queen
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look-a-diversion · 1 year
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not to get personal to a bunch of strangers on the getting-personal-to-a-bunch-of-strangers platform, but mourning a friendship you chose to end is a really odd, specific kind of grief.
that thing you saw that made you think of them, who will you share it with?
that thing sitting on your desk that you hadn't gotten around to mailing to them, what will you do with it now?
that trick or skill they taught you, that resource they shared with you, that song they played you that you still like-- they're still part of your life, but now sometimes you feel sad and angry when they come up and wonder if you have a right to them anymore.
and your friend isn’t dead. somewhere, they are alive and experiencing all the joys you would have celebrated with them and the pain you would have tried to support them through. they're having a day somewhere and you're not going to ask them how it's going. you're not going to talk about it. you're not going to laugh at those inside jokes you had with only them ever again. you'll never talk to them again. you could, but you can't. you could, but you won't.
it's for the best. you wouldn't have made the choice you did if you didn't sincerely believe that. but still, this strange grief for the living.
where do you put it?
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Three Ways To Say Goodbye, March 2020.
A collage made with scanned letters, name omitted with white out and permanent marker. 5x7.
The most poignant piece of art I have ever created. Letters from Basic Training, circa 2017, written by my once best friend as one of my most cherished interpersonal relationships (ours) disintegrated.
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coffeelovinggayidiot · 4 months
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It was fated that we'd meet
It was planned we'd be friends
Maybe that's why it feels so wrong
That it all came to an end
You made me who I am today
Flawed and bubbly and free
I sometimes wonder late at night
If I meant to you what you meant to me
You sang me songs and read me stories
You filled my life with hope and wonder
You taught me so much about who I want to be
I thought that we were forever
You're gone now, and I may never see you again
I was so angry when you went away
But now I think I'm at peace
With the thought I won't have you with me today
I loved you more than words can express
I wanted to have you at my side
But friend aren't always friends forever
And I need to learn to say goodbye
I'll miss you and I'll take you back if you want
My door is always open for you
I won't take back what I said
Because I know what I said is true
I want you, I love you, and needed you more than air
But I know now, that in my heart, you'll always be there
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snakyacidshiss · 1 year
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- i really wish we never met
first and last pictures by geloyconcepcion | good guy by julia jacklin | end of a friendship by julia jacklin | ghost on by angel olsen | tired by beabadoobee | YKWIM? by yot club | night shift by lucy dacus
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abrighterspark · 1 year
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i do not care to care any longer
i have no more hate to give
there are no fourth, fifth, sixth chances
just a gradual, fading grief
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chaoticratking · 1 month
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missing someone who hurt you sucks.
we used to spend hours on the phone just talking or even sometimes just sitting in silence, listening to the other existing in their space.
she was one of the first people i called when my dad died.
i’ve called her to just listen to her talk about her day cause i needed a distraction from how much i wanted to hurt myself one night.
she used to call me when she was drunk just tell me how much she loved me, how important i was to her, how she didn’t think she’d still be here if it wasn’t me.
i’ve helped her leave abusive relationships, encouraged her first actually healthy relationship.
i was halfway in love with her.
it’s been over a year since we talked, since our friendship ended but i still have dreams about her, about how she’s doing, about herring closure as to why our friendship ended.
she hurt me more times then i can count. i don’t even know if she knew she was hurting me.
i’d spent countless nights worrying about whether she’d be alive in the morning.
she was rarely available to help me when i needed her, despite how many times id dropped everything to help her.
everything her to be about her towards the end.
i new what i could say to hurt her deep, but i never did.
i’ve cried over the ending of our friendship. cried over why it ended.
she carved a place for herself deep within me.
it’s still there, a gaping hole filled with with memories.
i miss her.
i want back everything i ever gave her. all of my love, all of my happiness, all of my help, all of my ignored advice.
i want it back.
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cherry--cobbler · 1 year
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просто... что ему написать?
я просто хочу найти в себе смелость написать ему.
мы спорили, но больше казалось, что ругались, и я была в режиме защиты. я не знаю почему. я не знаю, почему мне так сложно реагировать на споры.
я оставили его без ответа. ушла на маникюр. а потом все опять стало плохо, и я просто не стала отвечать. сообщение висело чертову неделю, пока я не нашла в себе силы вернуться.
мой ответ висел дольше. и я ничего не было хорошо. я писала всякую глупость, как обычно, я чем-то делилась, а он не читал. я думала он занят, напоминала, что мне придет уведомление. а потом в одно утра зашла, а диалога нет. у нас сообщения удалялись спустя неделю. значит он прочел их. ничего не ответил.
я просто не знаю, что я хочу написать. я не хочу оправдываться. я хочу быть честной и я действительно больше не знаю защищалась я или пыталась быть честной. может я действительно оказалась тем человек, с которым он бы не хотел общаться?
я увидела исчезновение диалога утром и просто сжалась, прежде чем зарыдать.
он мой чертов лучший друг, и я так сильно не хочу его потерять. он был единственным человеком, который знал о моих суицидальных мыслях. он подталкивал меня становится лучше. он подталкивал меня к походу к врачу с моими проблемами. мы не всегда сходились во мнениях, но он был моим другом. я могла обсуждать с ним, что угодно, шутить на любую тему.
дружба иногда проходит, да? или люди её просто завершают, дороги расходятся - нормально, часть жизни. пытаюсь убедить себя в этом.
я боюсь, что ничего уже не вернуть. и если так, то мне просто остается принять это. я просто не хочу, чтобы все закончилось на этом молчание. но не могу собрать мысли в кучу. написать, что думаю, спросить почему он перестал отвечать (я же не знаю его мыслей и чувств). но он продолжает писать в своем канале в тг, значит с ним все нормально. он в сети. просто не для меня. вот и всё. может оно и правильно. он не обязан носиться с моими проблемами с менталкой или общаться с человеком, которым может ему не нравиться по каким-то причинам.
просто... что ему написать?
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daw-15020 · 4 months
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i didn't do anything so why does it still feel like my fault
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contaminatedlamb · 5 months
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every once in a while, I walk past the closed door of our silent friendship. And when I do, I leave a gift of remembrance, of the love I still carry for you.
When I no longer gasp at the sight of a spider, instead carefully putting it on a piece of paper and placing it outside; I think of you.
When our songs come on and the lyrics swell out of my lungs, I dance with the ghost of your memory.
Whenever I mince garlic, I imagine you beside me, our mess of food scraps combining into one.
Whenever I enter nature, I imagine you, bare footed and laughing, taking quick steps towards the nearest river, your hair glittering golden in the sunlight, your voice calling for me to follow you.
When I am silent with a book, when I wear the noise cancelling headphones that are identical to the ones you own, when I am nestled under the weighted blanket you gave me on our friendship anniversary, when I glance at your detailed art in my room, when I see dragons, when I see birds, when I enter graveyards, when I, when I, when I— does it matter?? I always think of you.
As the months pass by our closed door of silence, just know you will always be with me, my friend.
You became too intertwined in my heart to be anything but a part of it.
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secretmangosworld · 7 months
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This Summer wasn't summering but it did teach me that it is okay to let go of others.Having no expectations can save your feelings from getting hurt.So never set for less choose people that choose you and live the life the way you want.
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I never though that you wouldn't be a good partner, I just couldn't reciprocate that feeling.
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smolnerdisms · 5 months
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ivorypool · 2 years
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Leah Raeder, Black Iris // Heavens to Betsy, "Me and Her" // Mountain Goats, "Game Shows Touch Our Lives" // Be your own pet, "Becky" // juanabrvo, i had a friend once // Talulah Gosh, "My Best Friend" // Nerd Girl, "Hate Me" // ritika jyala // Countess of Winchilsea Anne Finch, Friendship between Ephelia and Ardelia // Donald Justice, On Death of Friends in Childhood // Kaguya-sama: Love is War Chapters 231-233
#web weaving#web weave#compilations#friendship compared to violence and grief#end of friendship#love vs hate#love vs friendship#iino & osaragi#iino x osaragi#kaguya sama spoilers#kaguya sama manga#kaguya sama wa kokurasetai#kaguya sama wants to be confessed to#love is war#ok search tags over you can stop reading if you dont need meta and commentary from me#anyway this arc has been living in my head rent free but for how convoluted the writing was for osaragi#which is a shame bc i liked her and wanted backstory but instead got lifeless infodumps for her past and her character getting retconned#the connection between osaragi and ishigami seems so forced as if she 'liked' him just bc he's a boy and he's nice#how heteronormative can you get#i was so blindsided i reread to see what i missed BUT THEN i found ch 158 where Ishigami is helping Iino up the stairs#the way ishigami is cropped out and how iino takes up the bottom half of the panels makes it look like Osaragi is staring at her not him#she could totally be jealous bc it's iino who she doesn't want paired up#seriously 'it's between him or me' ive got to make another weave about jealousy but anyway#Osaragi having feelings for Iino implies so much with so little instead#u know how iinogami look out for each other behind their backs but are angry to each others faces bc they wish the other would notice#osaragi genuinely couldn't care less if ishigami never knows but has held resentment towards iino for never acknowledging her 'sacrifice'#kaguya compares herself to osaragi then osaragi badmouths iino just like kaguya did to shirogane to get the flies off his trail like??#spn fans like blackout poetry the way i like iino & osaragi bc i treat them like a webweave! this pairing makes me see so many parallelsUGH#tbf i like ishi-iino too like they give me fluff-induced brainrot but iinoragi give me hamster wheel brainrot multiship ftw#if this webweave looks like osaragi's saying 'wait i cant be your friend bc i think of you as more than a friend' then my work here is done
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v3r0k4 · 9 months
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Im sorry Rectoon,i decided to not be friends anymore.
If your looking at this in a new account,pls just know that im sorry, this is not your fault.
You did nothing wrong with ours friendship,but i really don't like your hate speech and anti things.
You did let me into a lot of things, like murder drones and tf2,and thank you.
But please don't attack me with any acc or such.
I just want to live my life in peace and do more art.
Im sorry that i blocked you on everything,just pretend I didn't exist in you life.
I hope you live a great life with out me.
I hope you find someone better then me.
Im sorry.
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upanddownfeels · 2 years
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It's been 6 months now since you stopped talking to me
I don't think my world has ever felt so quiet
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