G steht für Gönnjamin

I think one of the gentlest things in the world is when a friend just gets your weird little brain. like you say half a sentence and they finish it. you reference something incredibly niche from seven years ago and they’re already nodding. they understand your strange vocabulary for emotions that don’t have real words yet. it’s being seen and known and still loved. maybe especially because you’re known. god. what a gift.

me when i FUCKING get you *image of two mourning doves cuddling*

characters overextending themselves when using magic until they start bleeding from their nose/ears/etc >>>>>>

a customer returned a drink because a fly flew into it and said: “one of your flies flew into my drink” and my coworker was so confused that they just said: “…my fly?”

#MyFly

sorry my family didn’t teach me that i have a place among others so now i’m weird . sorry