#broken friendships

[stainedpoetry]

So much has been written on love and the heartbreak that comes with it but not much on broken friendships. The thing that gets me is that how we talk with so much emotion about the love that broke our heart but we talk so casually about a dead friendship. I think it's because " dil tutne par to dosto ke paas ja sakte hai par dosti tutne par kiske paas jaaye? ". It's just difficult to make peace with the fact that there are people out there who were once your friends but now you don't have any idea about how or what they are doing. No matter how many things remind you of them or how many things happen that you both would have laughed on but you just can't tell them. It's the kind of heartbreak we don't talk much about.

[pahaadonkidhoop]

it really is a whole different kind of heart-stabbing pain when your parents ask you about what happened to the people you talked non stop about and don't as much / at all anymore

[kabhi-kabhi-aditii]

missing online friends be like:

i feel homesick for arms that never held me i feel homesick for laughter i have never heard i feel homesick for someone i have never met, in 'real life'

[deesi-academia]

its so weird that the one friend who has my baby pictures isn't going to be in my life anymore... like we were practically born and grew up together but times change i guess?

[golden-letters]

and i know i am unlikeable, i know i am self-centred, i know i am arrogant, i know i am too boring, and i lack a sense of humour and hanging out with me feels like a chore and i am so incredibly unlikeable. but it still hurts, even with hindsight, to be told a friend is no longer a friend. and im forced to examine each of our interactions squinting to see details of whether or not you've always hated me, lost in the question of whether you're just too good of an actor or maybe once, we were actually friends. i don't know. i can be quite daft when it comes to these things. and i can't help but hate myself for it. i can't blame you all either. no one sane would voluntarily accompany someone as prickly as me– and i'm too self-centred and arrogant and horrid to accept anyone insane.

[wordsunforgotten]

Grieving what never came to be

Of all the many words that I would have said, in  a time when I was not so weary and full of uncertainty, in a time where we may have been kinder, closer, more loving, if not for what fate has chosen for us, these words are the most important left:

I'm sorry we were not closer.

I'm sorry that our own sadness and selfishness and fear led us into challenges we had to face alone instead of together. In another, better world, things could have been different.

We would have stayed up late, playing games and laughing.

We would have baked bread together.

We would have made inside jokes.

We would have given each other silly nicknames.

Our mistakes and anger would've been forgiven.

We would have loved each other.

I'm sorry that this was never our truth. I'm sorry that it's not true now. I'm sorry if it never becomes true.

I hope you know that now, even when I peel an orange, or watch a funny movie, or see a pretty sunset, if I pause for too long, I can feel your absence there, for something that should have been and is not.

3:45 AM

[perhapstheworldwillend-butbread]

What's more important? That Caesar was assassinated? Or that he looked into the eyes of his best friend as a knife that had been a gift, plunged unto his body? That the physical pain of flesh and bones went away as the physical pain of his heart started to hurt worse? That he was betrayed by the most intimate people he knew? People he had loved and gotten close to? That he had been taken to a spot because he had trusted? Because he had no reason not to. Because these were the people he had laughed with. Because the person he had looked at, wouldn't look at him back. And instead just kept plunging that wonderful knife over and over.

And maybe Caeser had closed his eyes as the wounds worsened. 5 then 10 then 20. And maybe he opened his eyes for one last time and had seen Brutus. His dear friend.

Maybe he muttered 3 little words. Maybe he put all his emotions into those words. Maybe he had uttered to his friend and his advisor,

"Et tu, Brute?"

And maybe Brutus had delivered the killing blow. And maybe, even before his final breath, Caesar was dead.

[whitedahlia13]

That's Where You'll Find Me

Chapter 12: The Girl with the Broken Heart

Fandom: Teen Wolf / The Wizard of Oz AU

Characters: Stiles + Lydia, Prada, Allison

The sound seemed to come from behind them. They turned and walked through the forest a few steps, when Dorothy discovered something shining in a ray of sunshine that fell between the trees. She ran to the place and then stopped short, with a cry of surprise. - L. Frank Baum, The Wonderful Wizard of Oz

The woods have flooded with shadows since they first arrived at the cabin. Lydia can only make out a figure in the distance, tall and unmoving.

Goosebumps spread like wildfire on her skin, and she looks to Noah.

His eyes are wide, pleading with her to go back inside.

She shakes her head, her only thought, I’m not leaving you here.

What comes after is much like the lapse between lightning and thunder. One moment, suspended in anticipation… Then everything happens at once.

There’s an indistinct rustle – too nearby to have been caused by the figure.

In the split second it takes Noah to glance over his shoulder, Lydia’s own instincts kick in, assaulting her mind with a series of unsettling sounds and one very disturbing image.

An image so vivid, it unleashes a dread-filled cry from the base of her ribs. “Nooooo!”

Read more: ao3

🏷️ @folglore13, @kylermalloy (drop a comment if you’d like to be tagged for upcoming chapters)

[soulinkpoetry]

Words like wrecking balls…..

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Music by Anil Emre Daldal -M.

[rayyzcosmos]

the pain of losing your best friend>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

[contaminatedlamb]

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.

[yellowpamonha]

keeping low contact with old friends is like. yes I’ll always be there when you need me to. wait I didn’t know this happened. please call me if you need anything. you deleted all your social media and I have no clue why. what are your dreams again? I remember your favorite color but I mix up the month of your birthday. do you still miss your mom? you’re dating someone I’ve never heard of. you send me happy birthday but we haven’t met in person for years. do you need to scream about your father? cause I’ll always be here for it. did you get over that years king broken heart? I have good news and you’re the first person I wanna tell them to, because only you knew how much I wanted this. do you think of me? do you remember the times in which we were joined by the hip? sometimes I think it was always a dream. I can’t have been so attached to someone. please think of me. I still pray for you. I still remember your younger sister was cute but annoying. I wish I knew how you’re doing. I wish I had news of your life from somewhere that wasn’t Instagram. I wish you’d call me late at night. remember when we used to watch movies together? I still have the list of all the movies we were supposed to watched saved on my phone. please remember me.

[artstar1997]

Being childhood friends, I am sure Rose and Velvet’s relationship will heal albeit slowly because of the mental scars that was inflicted on her.

[kaleidoscopeprhyme]

Tradegy is a motherfucker, because it makes you realise who's there for you, who has the capacity to support you and who doesn't. It makes you see the extent that others are willing to take care of your wounds and nurse you back to life. It makes you realise who cares and who doesn't. It makes you realise that no one is perfect. It makes you realise how flawed everything and everyone is. It alows you the chance to see how life can be quickly taken away from you, and how a new one can be given. Tradegy is a mothefucker, you sit and question everything and everyone. No two days are the same, you breakdown on some days, and on others it feels like you can take on the world - it feels as though everything is perfect. It reminds me of that one Haruki Murakami quote about the storm ― “And once the storm is over, you won't remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won't even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won't be the same person who walked in."

[deesi-academia]

My ex-best-friend who's roaming around with her 'new besties' group for the last week just texted me "hii how are you?" and I don't know how to react 🤠✌ perfectly fine how are you-

[deadpoetsfall]

long distance friendships are so hard. because i miss you so much, i want to spend time with you & hug you again, i want to laugh with you but i haven't responded to your text from two weeks before. i'm sorry i can't hold a conversation, i'm sorry i keep isolating myself. i love you, i'm sorry i keep pushing myself away from everyone but i don't have the energy to text back. it's so hard, life is unbareable sometimes. i'm not strong. but i love you, i do.