the caged bird sings.

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Ashley motha-fuckin' Kay.

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Best friends are weird things to define. You can't exactly nail down all the qualities of your favorite person with a label that unassuming.

 

A best friend is a therapist who will tell you when you are being a huge jackass and will make you apologize and fix whatever you did.

 

A best friend is a person you can text after a fight with your significant other and ramble angrily about what a dickhead/loser/buttface he or she is, but at the end, a best friend will remind you that 1) you love that person and 2) you maaaaybe were at fault a little.

 

A best friend is somebody who visits you in the hospital and smuggles you diet coke, then sits and gossips with you for over an hour when she could be home relaxing after a stressful workday. She will also write her name on your patient board as an emergency contact without being asked.

 

A best friend is someone who will tell you when to suck it the fuck up and go to work and keep your head down like a grown up, but who will also acknowledge, later down the line, that maybe it's time for you to leave a job that is crushing your soul. And in both instances, she'll do it without making you feel stupid for being at that job in the first place.

 

A best friend will ask you to come over in your pajamas without a bra on, and she will make the most bomb wonton soup you have ever put in your mouth. And then she'll let you have seconds and some cheesesticks, because she is such a giving person.

 

A best friend is someone who will look up R.M. Drake quotes and painstakingly letter them onto stock paper in beautiful colors so that you can fill your living space with beautifully-worded reminders that you are a valuable human being, especially when there are people and things in your life that keep reminding you of your faults.

 

A best friend will let you vent, let you cry, let you bitch, and let you fall apart. She will put you back together, and she will hold you steady as you take your first steps on your own, and she will push you to be better than you believed you could be.

 

My best friend, without airing out her life/laundry, is one hell of a mother... with no children. If she knows you, she will feed you (amazing food that will literally destroy your ability to diet or be responsible), give you a place to sleep, let you express your frustration, give you support, check in on you, host brunches and beer nights, and will personally see to it that when you walk into her apartment, you feel like you're at home.

 

I was there for four hours today. They were the most peaceful four hours I have had in months.

 

Ashley, I know you hate sappy shit, but I can't go to bed tonight without reminding you that you deserve all the best things in life, that you're a pinterest-queen, and that I will do EVERYTHING IN MY POWER to make sure you have the most amazing, you-ish wedding of all time.

 

(I get to plan my best friend's wedding, y'all. HOW FUN IS SHE?!)

 

Big, obnoxious hugs to my best friend, confidante, ass-kicker, truth-enforcing, beauty-queen-with-no-makeup, dog-rescuing, harry-potter-loving favorite.

 

You are legitimately the only reason I have survived this year, and I love you.