#bewitchling

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bewitchling

  when you return to your worst trash show…….

don’t you dare say supernatural i swear

sdkfjasldfj;aslkdf i honestly WISH

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Let me tell you

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.

Just had to brag about her for a bit😊

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bewitchling

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

…….I SWEAR

the next time you come into town (next weekend?!!?) i’m going to make you watch the musical episode.

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@bewitchling said: stop it stop it now bewitchling said: i swear to god i hovered over supernatural yesterday and i swear to god sam bewitchling said: if i get dragged back into this hell bewitchling said: I SWEAR Ashley...Ashley, listen...i-it’s not so bad, really...we’re older now, stronger....join us Besides!!!! I never asked for this life!!!! Who made me watch Supernatural freshmen year of college!!! who!!!

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bewitchling

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

reblog the money cat sam

*fiercely, with fists clenched, staring off into the distance* i....would rather die

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bewitchling replied to your post: the last episode of life is strange fi...

dude. duuuude. i played it after class today and i flfjgfljgdfklgdfjl

i’m about to start.....oh man......im so nervous

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heeeeeyyyyy!!!

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.

How often does a person like this come along? Once. Once a day, the summer between junior and senior year. Once, five times a week, in high school (when you weren’t sick, that is), once every few months, when we started college, and once in a lifetime, for this one right now. I love you, so, so much, Ashley. You’re my platonic soulmate, and I hope I never feel like I don’t deserve you. Because the universe, clearly, painfully obviously, thinks we deserve each other.

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bewitchling replied to your post: bewitchling replied to your post “bewitchling...

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??

my lab class is at 1:15 and my DW class is at 6. :// I’ll talk to my DW teacher...i don’t know if we’re working out tomorrow after the midterm but obviously i’m not up for it. I’d love to miss the lab, but we’re only allowed one forgiven absence, and anything more is -9 off the final grade.....i used the absence in september for lord knows what. the lab looks fun tho and my lab partner works very quickly, so i think it shouldn’t be too long, and hopefully the exam won’t take too long. I’ll go straight home after unless i need to go to the clinic. :((