Give Me the Real Ones

Give me the friends who tell me the truth, even when it stings. The ones who don’t sugarcoat, don’t fake a smile, don’t pretend to like me more than they do.


 

I’d rather have brutal honesty than empty kindness. Rather be told I messed up than be left wondering in silence. I don’t need perfect friends—I need real ones. The ones who call me out, who hold me accountable, who stand beside me not because it’s convenient, but because they mean it.
Fake smiles don’t keep you warm. But a real friend, even at their harshest? That’s the kind of love that lasts.

eclair by tripleS

been feeling a little bit anxious these days but i'm mostly good.

(SOON) hopefully some eggs and toast.