Good friends.Goodfriends.

Get yourself good friends. Get yourself friends who you adore, friends who call you cute, friends you have something in common with, friends you can dance with, friends who make you laugh, friends who are just as dumb as you, friends who are definitely dumber than you, friends who make fun of you, friends you enjoy with. But perhaps most mundanely importantly, friends who you are comfortablewith.

Comfort is such an integral but overlooked part of any human relationship. It’s the innate warmness of knowing that you can be a smouldering mess and they won’t mind. Such a happy realisation that this stretch of space between you and them is your own, without the mortifying ordeal of being know.

Comfort is a higher level of tuning, a deeper understanding. It’s something that only time and trust can grow. Somebody you can be with without making your brain do laps and push ups. No thoughts, head empty. Just straight up vibes.

It’s the joy of meeting your friend in pjs. The chaotic excitement of a thousand texts you send your best friend when embarrassing shit goes down. The straightforward trust of “I don’t like this, can you stop doing this?” And the sincerity of “I won’t, from now on.”

Get yourself goodfriends. Friends who are on the same page, friends who communicate, friends who you want to support, friends who you connect with, friends who you trust, friends who trust you, friends who understand you, friend who feel like warm blankets, friends who taste like soup, friends who remind you of characters, friends who you can hug. Friends who love you for who you are, friends who you love for who they are. Friends who feel warm and fuzzy and sweet and gentle and real.

Get yourself friends who feel like comfort.

a friend.

There’s a girl I know

who strolls with a smile in her pocket.

All our conversations are kinda off topic,

She pours like honey over a burnt toast,

and never fucking agrees when I tell her to post.

She feels like clouds behind which a rainbow sleeps.

Among all the honesty, there’s sarcasm that peaks.

She mouths all the songs when she thinks no one sees,

and always has a red flush on her round cheeks.

There’s a girl I know

Who sighs to my jokes and still keeps it going.

She’s the one who spams Harry Styles with her drawings.

Her hair whip around when the wind is blowing,

Careful love, your diva is showing.

Yeah she’s sweet and all the sunlight

but for all that’s worth, there’s a diva inside.

She turns up her nose around stuff she dislikes,

and critiques food like she’s Ramsay’s wife.

She walks with a flair, turns with a twirl,

dances like the wind and her stories are a whirl,

She’s the quiet before the thunder and the lightning that follows.

Without her, my chats are all hollow.

When I think of school, her face flashes up in my mind

We didn’t like each other, but man, we had some crazy times.

She used to want to kill me,

which I think is understandable,

but we’ve played every middle school game imaginable.

In my party, we were the only ones who danced.

And It was high school when our paths finally branched,

That was when we stopped to think,

that all our memories are forever linked.

There’s a girl I know

who I’ve known forever.

And all I’ve got to say is

it’s a pleasure to know her.

~Anupriya Sharma

(nerdinacoolway)

7 January 2021.

My hoodie is warm and the sun is too

The sky is awake, but not quite blue.

You take forever, while I wait at school

hands in the pocket, I scruff my shoe.

Through the winding roads, empty but not quite

our shadows run along, black, but still bright.

Phone in hand, we act like clowns,

fucked up our plans, it’s all upside down.

Started with an adventure, ended up with a picnic,

bunked all our lectures, and nothing was scripted.

Found some puppies, I hope they’re doing well,

your eyes light up, you have so much to tell

We map the roads we did last time,

the good old rock, unbothered by time.

My hoodie is warm, and the sun is too,

The sky is open, a pretty shade of blue.

Conversations light, because what’s there left to tell

We’re roaming around lost, and my feet hurt like hell.

Still I jump around, because I have a reputation to keep

Honestly though, it’s not that deep,

I’m happy as a lamb, trying to sift from sheep.

My hoodie is warm, and the sun is bidding adieu.

The sky is closed, a darkened blue.

We’re sitting at a café and I look at you,

we’re laughing at strangers, and there are quite a few.

Our vibes immaculate, but that ain’t new.

The day slipped away, with a million things to do

I wave my hand, and you do too,

it was a circus, long overdue.

~Anupriya Sharma

(nerdinacoolway)

6 January 2021

Libra slytherin and scorpio ravenclaw best friends who both love night and cats

best friendship board for an ENFP Hufflepuff who wears glasses and And INTJ Ravenclaw with lots of tattoos who both love the ocean