Brittles @smoothness-is-critical - Tumblr Blog

*accidentally converts all the men and women I date*

to mp3???

You know your boyfriend? When I took him out of the file, I accidentally zipped it. Yeah, no. The file’s corrupted and he can’t be extracted.

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$799,000/2 br/2300 sq ft

El Prado, NM

I’m so sorry I never got to say I’m so sorry.

I apologize real quick cause I need to speak on something I’m not comfortable speaking about on my main socials. But this is why I keep tumblr…as my own little journal.

Freshman year of college week 1: I come home to my dorm and see a note left on my door that says “Come to GFloor - Juan and Kwan” with a room number. It’s the first week and at this point I haven’t met a lot of people so I grab my friend Sam and we head down to say hi. This is the first time I met you (this bout to sound like I’m in love but please yall it’s not like that just bear with me). You had the most captivating eyes I’d ever seen and the cutest smile out of the corner of your mouth and I could tell from the moment you said “Hi” you were a cocky mf lmao. We got to chatting with you and Kwan about the different people we met in our first few days so far and ended up joking about Kwan together for the first of many many times. Sam was trying to get with you but you kicked her out before anything could happen and she was annoyed with you so like the good friend I am, I was too.

Fast forward: we are chatting probably about a year later. By this point I know you from hanging on GFloor and we’ve been slowly becoming friends. We talk about the first time we met and how I thought you were a cocky asshole and I didn’t like you but how you grew on me. You finally tell me the reason you kicked Sam out of your bed and we laughed for so long and so hard over it. You end up hanging with us in the lobby periodically, sitting with me when I worked the desk and we started bonding more and more. I end up introducing you and some of GFloor to Alpha Sigs underground Yu-Gi-Oh ring. We figure out we have mutual friends through your quid ties and my zeta ties and this is when my ride or die best friend group to this day starts to form, the Brothel. You were there from the very start of the group and will always be an honorary BrothelMate. We run in the same circle for a few years between Wool, the brothel, and quid and each year more and more people graduate and we end up leaning on each other’s friendship more and more.

2015/2016 rolls around: it’s just us at this point. All our friends graduated and we become inseparable. You come to each of my work shifts to sit with me. We walk to and from class. We eat every meal together. We spend a whole spring break week together at my house. We are pissing people off every chance we can. You’re watching me walk to your apartment from the balcony during that weird bit of time when clowns were running rampant across America so I don’t get abducted. You are my music plug. My drinking partner. You are the best guy friend I’ve ever had. We got each other through some hard ass times. You dealt with my heart break that put you in an uncomfortable position with such ease and care. You always helped me laugh through the tears and knew exactly what to say when I was at my weakest points. You were my rock during one of the hardest things I hope I’ll ever go through.

Maybe I was selfish. Maybe I took your love and friendship for granted. Maybe we were just a friendship of convenience. Maybe I should have given you more space. Maybe I put too much on you. Because I lost your friendship so suddenly. We had one misunderstanding and it was a wrap. I felt suicidal for the very first time over it. I didn’t think I could go on without you in my life. I didn’t want to go on without you in my life. That was 6 years ago. I mourned the loss of our friendship since then. You’d still appear in my dreams. We’d always make up and become best friends again. I liked dream world better than the reality of passing you on the sidewalk after class and having to feel your eyes look directly through me. But we both graduated without each other. We moved home and moved on with life. We were both too stubborn to make the effort to fix our friendship. You made amends with my friends in 2019 but I was in Virginia…

I’d often daydream of running into you and finally swallowing my pride to tell you how sorry I am and how much you hurt me but how much I missed you despite it. I wanted to hug you again and bullshit like old days. I wanted the closure my friends got with you during homecoming 2019… I wanted you to want to give me that closure. I wanted not to mask my pain with anger towards you anymore.

Now it’s 6 years later and my roommate calls me late at night from the airport: “do you know if something happened to Juan??? I just got a text saying something happened…” we reach out to Freshie who confirms our fears… you’re gone. Just like that. My heart broke. I couldn’t even react. I lost your friendship 6 years ago and still hadn’t recovered and now I am forced to suffer with these unpacked feelings and things we never got to say. Things I’ll now NEVER get to say. It hurts but I’m dropping it all. All the hurt and resentment to say I love you and I always will. You were simply the best kind of person. The kind who told it how it was. Who was unapologetically himself. Who would always always fight for the people he loved. You deserved so much more from life than this and none of it’s fair. I’m so sorry I never got to say I’m so sorry. I’ve always loved you. Rest Easy, Juan.

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“Have enough courage to trust love one more time, and always one more time.”

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meatballs? nah.. I'm tryna send you this BLACK MEATY GIRTHY VEINY COCK ma'am

Lol there’s only one person allowed to do that and they know who they are

you cool with meat mail?

I read this as meatballs. Send me meatballs not penis

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Capitalism at its best. Some role models we should all consider. I am a fan of Hagen Daz, but after reading this, I need to get me some Cherry Garcia!