friend: look at this screenshot I grabbed from Deep Space 9, the rifle looks like it was ripped out of Mass Effect
me and Jake: YEAH it does
if you see me laughing while texting there’s a 99.9% chance i’m laughing at a text message i sent because i’m equal parts vain and hilarious
She is not “my girl.”
She belongs to herself. And I am blessed, for with all her freedom, she still comes back to me, moment-to-moment, day-by-day, and night-by-night.
How much more blessed can I be?
Avraham Chaim, Thoughts after The Alchemist (via petitedino)
pride is a word I was taught to hate but have come to love, because of how strongly I feel it for Jake
Monday morning: slow awakening, lack of clothes, reluctant departure, car dancing, hand holding.