friendship

C.S Lewis got it right: friendship is born when one person says to another: "What! You too? I thought I was the only one!"

Reminiscing on a Warm Summer's Eve
June 26th, 2017 I wince as I have to push the pedals on my bike back a little. At fifteen, I should be able to ride a bike as easily as I can write my name, but I can’t. I have to get the right amount of leverage to get that initial push, that beginning roll of the wheels. Otherwise, I lose my balance and hope I can catch myself before the pavement does. My legs are too short for my bike, and my toes can barely touch the ground when I’ve mounted my silver steed. Well, silver is a bit of a stretch. My bike, or, more accurately, my mother’s bike, is a decade-old, dull-magenta mountain bike. It doesn’t have a kickstand, but it does have a massive turquoise basket strapped to the handle bars. My dad and I picked it out together at our local Target.
By Anya B8 years ago in Humans
Anonymous
She loves the feeling of being anonymous. No one knows the house she grew up in, what career she has, who the last person she kissed was, what she does when no one is looking or where she is going. She might not be sure where she is headed herself. She walks down the street often too briskly, occasionally too slowly. Trying to find her own style and tempo, caught up in what others think of this stranger they see. With each new melody that pounds through her headphones into her ears, her speed matches the beat. She is never fully satisfied with the way her foot lands in her shoe with each step. How much do you present to the world by the way in which we move ourselves in any one direction?
By Maddie Rainey8 years ago in Humans
Different
"Once upon a time, in a land far beyond our moon, beyond the great expanse of time and space, there lived a girl, and a boy. The little girl and the little boy were best friends, and while they loved each other dearly, they were just that, best friends. They laughed together and played together. They fought with each other, and when they made up with each other, they would throw paper airplanes at the other with messages written inside, such as 'Sorry I suck. Make up cookies at my house?' They loved each other, and they grew up that way.
By Jess Wigley8 years ago in Humans
Friends
Throughout our life, we come across a magnitude of different people who become our friends. You bump into this person while growing up and have the same interests or like each other so you decide "HEY! Let's tell each other stuff about each other!"
By Ashley Tolbert8 years ago in Humans
Adulting 101: How to Make Friends
I grew up in a tight-knit community. Throughout my life, friendships always formed naturally, whether in the neighborhood or the school I attended from kindergarten to the twelfth grade. My parents were also youth leaders in our church, so I made lots of friends with kids from other schools in my city. I was close with the same kids until we graduated and dispersed for the next step in life. To this day, we still keep in touch; they were a vital part of who I am as a person.
By Josie8 years ago in Humans
The Wall I Built
When the going gets tough, the tough stick it out, the rest run away. So the situation is not ideal for you. I don’t like it either, but I get up every day and I keep trying.
By jessica young8 years ago in Humans
Call Her Out
We all have that one friend whom you totally don't agree with what they're doing and how they're living their lives all of a sudden. A lot of the time that equates to writing off that best friend (guilty of that, proof is in the four friends I have)... Well, what do you do when it is your absolute best friend, your soul sister? You learn to support them and openly communicate with them.
By Sammy8 years ago in Humans
Throw the Ultimate Galentine’s Day
Fear February 14 no more! Valentine's Day may be fast approaching, but there is no need to stress. No date? No problem!
By Lianne Cooper8 years ago in Humans
'Why Are You So Heartless?'
When I read this quote about an hour away from it being 12 and 2017 turning into 2018, it made me think. Should I start the year with this mentality or carry on with the way I have become? I went through a few things a few months ago with fake friends and stupid people and it really changed me. I’ve become cold. I stopped caring about a lot of things and I’ve just withdrawn from everyone, really. I don’t talk about how I’m feeling or what's going on in my mind anymore—well, I’ve never been the one that talks about feelings, anyway. I don’t have many friends anymore. I’ve cut off a lot of people and I’m not open to new friendships any time soon either. Even though I say "I need new friends," I can’t trust anyone to be honest.
By 💔8 years ago in Humans
Thelma Without Louise
Dear Liza, I fucking miss you. I miss you so much. I miss how simple shit was back when we were 18/19 and fucking around. It's so fucking hard...so fucking difficult. Nobody told me it was this hard...
By Nck.Disgruntled 8 years ago in Humans
My Best Friend's Love
You know how somebody comes into your life and affects it so much that you're not sure what life was without them? My friendship with this girl was like that, but not romantic at all. In fact, the most romantic thing she ever did was sit on my back to pin me down so that I would watch Finding Nemo with her. We were fourteen.
By Aven Jensen8 years ago in Humans
6 Reasons I Love Drinking Wine with My Friends
I love wine. No, like I REALLY love wine. Best part is, I used to dislike wine, but then I met friends who loved wine and guess what, now I love wine. Up until last year I was always more of a vodka and beer kind of girl, only drinking wine on special occasions. Wine made me tired and usually gave me a killer headache the next day, however, I soon learned that those were only side effects of a wine-drinking amateur. A young, naive, inexperienced wine-baby who then gave herself a goal and worked very hard for six months to build up a tolerance. It wasn't always red wines and rainbows, I had my fair share of splitting headaches, dry mouth, and next day nausea, but I kept with it thanks to my super enthusiastic friends. Friends that didn't let me quit, friends that held their wine like a bunch of old Irish men (and no we are all Italian). And then just like that it happened. I enjoyed wine, experimented with it, and soon found my mouth watering over it. Red wine, white wine, pink wine, wine spritzers, you name it, I like it. Something about that fancy stemmed glass, the unscrew of a cork, and the smooth relaxing liquid that now, really gets me going.
By Jus L'amore8 years ago in Humans