Today I realized that "leaving the last bit on the plate" or "not drinking the last sip" is not a personality trait. It simply means I do not like this food/drink. That goes for teas, coffees, sandwiches, cake,whatEVer. That doesn't change anything, but it means that I really fucking hate coffee.

I love that we created retriever-awareness in our boyfriends. If he hadn't accepted he gives off golden retriever energy, I could not do the shit I do.
"Wanna go on a walk??!" "Whoosagoodboyy" "Sit! Speak"
I mean I'm glad we understand each other.

Just moved my couch and found 4 different things I lost a year ago. Life's good. (it's 4 m&m's)

I reply “hell yeah” to a lot of mushroom photos because when I see a picture of a mushroom a little voice in my head goes “hell yeah” and then I type that and hit send

A Shark Poem.

ich, am flirten:

hab gerade eine wunderschöne taube gesehen und musste an dich denken

Whenever my nose slightly runs, after some pondering I decide the amount is not worth the tissue, I wipe it away along my finger and pretend a little snail just visited and scooted over my finger, leaving a trail. It's a ritual. Do with that information what you may.

Feels weird to be here. But it can only get better from here on out. Hello! ❤️