Sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear that the two of you, on some level belong together. As lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether you understand one another or you’re in love or you’re partners in crime. You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest circumstances, and they help you feel alive. I don’t know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but it definitely makes me believe in something.(via deadlyvibes)
I struggle with wanting you all the time, so please don’t mistake my silence for indifference. It’s just I have to hold myself back because I feel too much. Too often. Too wildly out of my control.
Thick everything. Thick thighs, thick eyebrows, thick lips. Thick maple syrup on my pancakes, thick everything.
This is so stupid, but earlier my coworkers and I were discussing what the difference was between DDS and DMD, and quietly I said “Nothing, ‘DDS’ is Doctorate of Dental Surgery" and one of the supervisors was like "No, DDS is Doctor of Dental Science"..
So I had to google this info for myself cuz I KNOW that I am right but for a slight second I doubted myself..
*checks google* I was right.
Moral of the story, if you know that you’re right about something, speak up and stand behind it.
I will never be a morning person, for the moon and I, are too much in love.Testy McTesterson (via owls-love-tea)