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#outgrowing friendship
curioshittyy · 10 months
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We danced through laughter, shared dreams in the night,
But as our lives continued, we drifted out of sight.
Growing apart, like branches yearning for the sky,
Our connection fades, like a fading lullaby.
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Will I ever get over you? Will the stabbing pain that strikes me deep down to my very core ever leave? Everytime I see your name or face? Will I ever not miss you? How could I not feel this way when you were one of my only truest friends that I ever had. I’ll forever miss you my friend but I felt like I could no longer fit into your world. I didn’t want to outgrow you but I did. Your life style no longer serves me and it’s a painful thing to have to realise.
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getshimback · 4 months
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when gracie abrams said “we were so good werent we? til it just stopped working” and “guess that happened when we got older” and “cause we didn’t happen the way we were supposed to” and “whys it feel like you don’t even know me” and “don’t know what to say, two people can change” and “it’s been good to know you, this goodbye felt worst of all” and “you’re further from me everyday” and “you took half of me, could you leave it and go back to when we were speaking” and “it’s kinda funny when it goes from all to nothing, you have to laugh before you start to cry” and “can’t you tell our light burned out?” and “holding onto something when it’s not right” and “do you remember happy together? i do, don’t you?”
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maybeidontwannaheal · 8 months
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outgrowing friendships is really the saddest thing to ever happen. you go from talking about what you did over the weekend and sharing lunch and laughing at the same old jokes no one else knows about but the two of you to never thinking about each other again. except when you see something that reminds you of them and then you feel a wave of sadness and nostalgia and wistfulness sweep you simultaneously back 10 years and forward 20 and you imagine a life where they were beside you for all that time and then you just have to sit down and wonder how it could have and would have been all so different
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Dude this is so me fr
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simikae · 4 months
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experimenting with brushes + stumbling on the linear burn meta
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basically-queenberyl · 8 months
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You know your people don’t really fuck with you like they say they do when they haven’t seen you in person in months and whenever you text them, you feel like you’re shouting into the void.
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kat-escapingreality · 4 months
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howifeltabouthim · 1 year
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It's crazy that the friends you're fondest of from your youth sometimes resemble people you would cross the street to avoid as an adult.
Taffy Brodesser-Akner, from Fleishman is in Trouble
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silent-lily · 1 year
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Once a fuckass - always a fuckass. Even after plenty of time of getting to know each other to the point where both of you would do anything for one another.
A very quick and messy scribble because I found two funny references and thought "JohnKat".
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oldestdaughterodyssey · 3 months
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As the melody of life plays on, friendships can harmonize or fall out of tune. Outgrowing them isn't a dissonance but a natural evolution. It's about finding new notes that resonate with the symphony of your growth, creating a composition where every connection contributes to the beautiful melody of your unfolding story.
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happyyyandcrazyyy · 8 months
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i miss you. i miss us. i miss who you used to be, and maybe i miss who i used to be, too, if only a little. i think what i miss the most if who we used to be together, before life got hard and we suddenly had the weight of the world on our shoulders. i wish i would’ve known that things would change, that we would change, and grow, and become completely different people, people who don’t quite mesh with each other as well as we used to.
(maybe i did know, maybe i just tried to ignore it).
it’s like we were pieces on a puzzle, slotted perfectly together, until time ripped everything apart and suddenly it was an awkward fit. maybe that’s what growing up is, knowing when to let go.
i know who you used to be, and i’ll always love that version of you. i love who you are now, too, even if i don’t really know you. how could i not when you’re part of me.
i remember you fondly. i hope you remember me kindly as well.
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cherry-shipping · 5 months
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davesprite is my friend And im holding his hand and we are having fun together
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throwthewine · 1 year
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Idk if this will interest anyone else, but I really want to talk about the songs “Ready to Start” and “Suburban War” by Arcade Fire as John and Paul (and George, and Ringo) songs. As “I need to leave the Beatles”/“I miss the Beatles” songs.
Here’s the bulk of the lyrics to “Ready to Start” (mostly a John song to me—but I think Paul and George also felt this in turns):
- If the businessmen drink my blood / Like the kids in art school said they would / Then I guess I’ll just begin again. / You say, “Can we still be friends?” / If I was scared, I would / And if I was bored, you know I would / And if I was yours… / but I’m not.
- All the kids have always known / That the emperor wears no clothes / But they bow down to him anyway / Because it’s better than being alone
- Now you’re knocking at my door / Saying, “Please come out with us tonight” / But I would rather be alone / Than pretend I feel alright
- I would rather be wrong / Than live in the shadows of your song
- My mind is open wide / And now I’m ready to start / You’re not sure you’ll open the door / And step out into the dark / But now I’m ready
And then there’s “Suburban War”, which feels like the response or sequel—note the reuse of the line “shadows of your song.” (And btw, I think the idea of “the suburbs” here acts as a representative for any shared world of an adolescent friend group.)
- My old friends, it was so different then / Before your war against the suburbs began
- Now the music divides us into tribes / You grew your hair, so I grew mine / You said the past won’t rest / until we jump the fence and leave it behind
- My old friends, I can remember when / you cut your hair, I never saw you again / Now the cities we live in could be distant stars / And I’ll search for you in every passing car
- I’ve been living in the shadows of your song
- But you started a war that you can’t win / And keep erasing all the streets we grew up in / Now the music divides us into tribes / You choose your side, I’ll choose my side
- All my old friends, they don’t know me now / All my old friends are staring through me now / All my old friends, they don’t know me now! / All my old friends, wait
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daylightfultay · 4 months
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A Dying Friendship
Do you know what’s really sad? 
Realizing that you have to end a friendship with your best friend for their own happiness, and for your own. Looking in their eyes as they ramble while feeling like something has settled inside of you. Smiling even as realization hits that it’s time to part ways.
This isn’t over a big fight, or a romantic reason, it’s the affection you have for them pushing you to make a decision so that both of you could live in peace. 
It’s the feeling of acceptance with a taste of sadness because this has been your person, for so long, and now you have to slowly push them away. You have to manipulate the situation little by little to make them believe that it was just life that got in the way. That it’s what always tends to happen with people that have known each other for years, since teenagers, that “life just happened, and you lost contact.”.
Because the sad thing is that you’ve outgrown them. That you’re ready to let them go, not only for your own health because it sucks to look back, and realize you’ve always given more to the friendship than they have. That you were more of a mother than a friend. That all the plans you’ve made together will fade away in the air, and now you’ll have to do it alone. It’s better to end it quietly then let it end in disaster. The good thing is when you know you’ll leave them in good hands, that they have good friends to keep them safe, to listen to them, that they have other best friends. Being more of a mother makes you realize that it’s going to be hard on them, that you’ve been guiding them for so long that now they’re going to have to face it all alone. That you won’t be there to see them accomplish all their dreams, to see them outgrow their insecurities. 
It’s different to know that letting them go will essentially leave you alone because unlike them, you don’t have a group of friends, they’ve been your one true friend, yet it’s also freeing because now you know you’re ready to create another path where you’ll find people who truly fit your life, who understand many things that your best friend never could because both of you were the definition of opposites in every little thing. Opposite in personality, in childhoods, in mentality, etc. Everything, and now it’s time to walk different paths, and you’re the only one that knows that you can’t look back even if they try to follow. That it’s better for you both even though they’ll go on believing that you just grew apart without ever knowing that it was by choice, for their own sake. 
It’s hard, but when you finally have that feeling wash over you, you’ll realize that as hard as it is, it’s also freeing, and peaceful. Because it’s time to choose yourself than always choosing them.
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