It’s the friends you can call up at 4 a.m. that matter.
Marlene Dietrich (via kari-shma)
- Me: He asked me what I was doing and I said I was on the hunt for a man. Then he yelled at me and said he was my boyfriend and I told him that he hadn't bothered to tell me that and he had previously told me that he had fallen in love with some whore named Alex. He said that she was a "one day thing" and that he loved me. So I told him you had forbidden me to talk to him.
- Claire: What the fuck is wrong with you? You can't tell him that!
- Me: I'm sorry!
- Claire: Goodness girl, I don't know what to do with you! You did tell him you weren't his girlfriend though... right?
- Me: Ummm... sorta?
- Claire: ALY!
- Me: I might have told him I loved him...
- Claire... No. Just no.
- Me: I miss him.
- Claire: You only liked him because he liked you.
- Me: So?
- Claire: You're sick.
589.) I feel like it's an ongoing competition between me and my best friend. And it kills me to think that sometimes she hates me.
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