— n. a moment of awareness that someone you’ve known for years still has a private and mysterious inner life, and somewhere in the hallways of their personality is a door locked from the inside, a stairway leading to a wing of the house that you’ve never fully explored—an unfinished attic that will remain maddeningly unknowable to you, because ultimately neither of you has a map, or a master key, or any way of knowing exactly where you stand. (via nyctaeus)
My hobbies include looking up the “engagementring” tag on Instagram and laughing my way to hell.
Odie (my dog, the tip of Satan’s ween) likes to gather all of my underwear in a pile and chew mercilessly at the crotch. Welp, at least the boyfriend will have easy access now, amiright?
"Hi can I have a triple cheeseburger combo, large…with a diet to drink?"