“Power is in inflicting pain and humiliation. Power is in tearing human minds to pieces and putting them together again in new shapes of your own choosing. Do you begin to see, then, what kind of world we are creating?”—1984 by George Orwell (via diegoxdisco)
It doesn’t matter to me if we talk constantly or barely talk at all. If we hardly see each other or if we’re inseparable. Gay or straight. Bisexual or pansexual. Black, white, or Asian. From Scotland or from New Jersey. It doesn’t matter to me. My friends are my friends because of who they are as people, not because of the labels society puts on them.
You’re not perfect, but you try. You accept me for my faults and my differences the very same way I accept you for your own. You’re my friend.
I care enough about you to fight for you and alongside you. I will help you to the best of my ability no matter what the problem. I’ll be the first person to tell you like it is whether you want to hear it or not because I love you. Whether you need someone to talk to or just a shoulder to cry on I will be there.
We come from all different backgrounds and have all dealt with our own struggles. What we have been through does not make us better than the other and does not give us rights that the other does not have. It does not separate us. It is our differences that bring us together and make us who we are, not just friends, but family. And family sticks together.