happy
friendship day,
Kutttii
scroll na. i stayed up making this 🥺
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— exhibit a —
framed without consent. cope.
— matching energy, unmatched chaos
— that trip we still talk about ~
— a very random tuesday, peak vibe
— us, pretending we have it together
(we don't. that's fine. we have each other.)
— if i'm being honest —
don't read this 🙈 (read this) ↓
dear diary,
It's Friendship Day, and I realized something today—I don't think I've ever actually told my best friend what they mean to me. Not properly, anyway. Best Friend Kutti We're not the kind of people who sit down and talk about feelings. We communicate through memes, sarcasm, random reels, and the occasional "I'm outside" text. Somehow, that's always been enough.
i thinki KNOW It's strange how the things that define us are never the things we notice while they're happening. They're hidden in the habits we never question—in finishing each other's thoughts, knowing when something's wrong without being told, replying before the message is complete, and laughing at jokes no one else understands. They seem so ordinary until you realize they've become a language only the two of us speak.every time 🥹
We've celebrated things that seemed impossible once, and we've sat through days when everything felt uncertain. Somewhere between all the laughter and all the hard days, we became the kind of people who simply knew we'd never have to face life alone. We didn't just witness each other's stories, we became part of them. Every victory, every setback, every moment that tested us became another chapter we walked through side by side.
anyway. point is. i won the friend lottery. and if they ever read this — no you didn't. close the diary 🙄
— exhibit b —
if anyone else read these they'd call the police
~ a tiny test ~
literally tried to imagine it.
brain just kept loading your face. weird. ✨
we're not the mushy type.
this website says otherwise.
we're us. and that's everything.
go drink some water, text me back,
and remember you're THAT person. 💛
