Making cupcakes for my friend’s birthday tomorrow :)
It’s not being paranoid if you’re right.
I love you. You’re the only person who truly understands <3
When I was little and all my friends were mean to me, I’d think about this imaginary world I lived in where everything was great.
(Usually this is posted on my other blog, but whatever)
Dear M (I have two, and they’re both named Megan),
It feels weird talking to both of you at the same time so I’ll split this letter into two.
sweetdarlincomeholdme, I don’t know you that well. But I love your blog. And you’re so strong. And we have so much in common that it’s like talking to myself when I talk to you (I sound like a creep, don’t I?) Anyways, you’re fun and mysterious and straight-forward and romantic and I think that people who don’t like you just don’t know you. ‘Cause it seems impossible to hate you. You’re gorgeous and random and hilarious and I really like our “internet friendship”.
youcantdefineme, ohmygod. I can’t describe you. We’ve fought. We’ve laughed. We’ve smile. You’re like, my role model. You are just so strong. You are SPECIAL. In all the good ways. You’re crazy in every way imaginable… I can open up to you about things that I can’t even tell my closest real life friends. And our late night conversations make my day (err, night). I remember how I met you and I remember all the immature shit I did to you, and the fact that you’re still here after all that makes me so happy.