gnossienne
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.
lunch with love, mm hmm <3
realized today I’d held a fundamental flaw in my understanding of Jake…
he’s not an extrovert, he just plays one on TV (production jobs, and anywhere else being social is required).
all this time I guess I was coming at it from the perspective of an introvert who loves an extrovert, and trying to learn how a very different person works – but actually, we’re both introverts, we both need to be in our weird headspaces sometimes, and as such we actually have to communicate it with each other.
(he’s been doing this the whole time.)
it’s so enlightening! everything makes so much more sense! god! hello, fresh understanding!
ahhh 😀
Be soft, kind and loving. But also take nobody’s shit.
(via thatkindofwoman)
lunch packed lovingly by hub: soup, crackers, cheese, pickles, olives. the man knows what I like. <3
prototype of a mask we ~might~ print in 3-D! modeled by hub <3
