I just did a very bad (good) thing at the used bookstore. Don’t tell my husband.
I have a couples shoot today with my friend Celeste and her husband Michael.
I really care for Celeste so much.
When I first met her, I remember her not being very “okay” with me because I knew her husband since before they were even dating.
So i gave her the impression that I had a thing for him I suppose, but this was nearly two years ago.
Michael would always tell me how he would like Celeste and I to be friends because he thought her and I were a lot alike but that he’d like me to reach out to her. So I did.
I’d message her every so often and ask about her day and how she was doing.
Until eventually our friendship got to where it is now.
Celeste and Michael are now married, for a little over a year now.
They are both a year younger than Eric and I.
And I feel I can relate to her above a lot of people merely because of us both being young married couples and having the same interests about a lot.
She asked me yesterday if I would take pictures of her and Michael at the same location they got married at.
They didn’t get to hire a photographer for the wedding and it was a very small celebration, so I know taking her pictures with the love of her life means the world to her, and I am beyond happy to do this for her.
I don’t think there’s ever a time where it’s too late to be friends with someone or too late to do something good for them.
Celeste never thought she could be my friend, but I reached out to her multiple times and eventually she gave me a chance and now we are friends for life.
I think if people truly just stopped to realize that being ugly to one another isn’t necessary, we’d all have more friends and less enemies. And people wouldn’t be constantly discarding others from their lives.
You can’t really expect someone to care for you in any way, if you’re not caring to a simple person, whatever the reason.
I may not have all the friends in the world. Literally only a counted few, but at least I can say with full honesty that those counted few are true friends.
I don’t worry about them talking about me because they’re good people.
And it truly took a lot of time and heart ache for me to finally see that for myself.
I will no longer keep toxic company.
It’s unnecessary and cruel to myself.
Just love others.
It takes too much effort to hate them.
I know that first hand.
Charleston, SC by Alice Gao
people who can’t handle all black outfits are weak
The feeling of summer has been quite evident these days, and I am overcome with the desire to drown in anything refreshingly citrusy and icy. This is my first attempt— flavored lemonade! One bottle with strawberry and basil, and the other with cucumber and mint.