Why are they so cute?
To be honest. I am terribly, terribly shallow. Luckily for my own best friend, my own blair, she is fairly attractive. She is petite. She is pretty. She is independent and smart. She dresses well and holds her own against the world. She has a sense of fashion and a sense of taste. And thank god, she keeps up with me, my spoiled tantrums, and my terrible planning of last-minute trips around the country.
We are opposite - like black and white. Like night and day. Like Serena and Blair. I envy her and then I don’t. I love her and I hate her. But despite all the drama and all the fights and all the tears, she is like family.
Like a sister, I trust in her and her loyalty. And unlike many, I can truly say that she is important to me, that I love her, and would do anything for her if she really needed me to. Being a terribly rash and extreme person, I can also truly say that she is the only person in my life thus far that can balance my extremities and ridiculous antics. She is the only person I would throw everything else away for. She is the only person I find equality in.
I am comfortable. I am happy. I am free. I am proud that my best friend is so pretty. But it really makes me wonder…
What if your best friend is not pretty?!!
(via superachel)