#megaspazznerd

Ignore ANYTHING any website tells you you “MUST” or “MUST NOT” have in your home by age XX. We broke damned near every one of those points, and His Lordship is 30, while I’m 37 in about a week (oh, and we’re married).  The entire fucking article is fabricated bullshit. 

* wild doris flops over and blinks* ** epic battle music continues**

Hi Doris

((Best friend appreciation post))

I've been incredibly emotional ((for several different reason though)) since I moved back to my home town and it's been almost 4 months now. .

But I'm honestly starting to thing this move broke me

I've moved a lot, I made friends that I had to leave, and it's hard every time, but this time.... this time there were bonds that are different, I moved away from some of the best friends I've ever made, and from a man that I fell hopelessly in love with. . . But I'm old enough to understand now, the true importance of those people, the importance that they hold to me and how drastically different my life would be with out them.

My best friend, Dori. . . She literally changed my life, she is the one who initially drew me out of my shell throughout the years that I've known her.(of course with the help of my other close friends and my fiance)

We met in art class in 2009, I was a sophomore that just moved to there at the start of summer vacation and she was a junior who was there for a while. After she graduated we kind of lost touch with each other, but around this time last year, we started hanging out again, and at first I have to admit it was like we just became friends again and it was a little awkward being casual around her, but that changed quickly, and she was soon my best friend again

During the course of the last several months, we were sisters again, then partners in crime ((though we never actually did anything terrible)) and we spent as much time together as we could. . .

She was one of few who truly excepted me no matter what, and we've had one tense moment, just one, where we debated about something that doesn't even matter now, it was the closest thing to a fight we've ever had in our 4 years of knowing each other. She's the only friend I've had were we didn't actually fight about anything, ever.

We did things that I could never regret and we had a few fun adventures with our other partners in crimes and it was just perfect, we had the idealist friendship

The night of August 19th, the night before she went back to college and a week before I moved, me and the man who is now my fiance were about to leave her house, it was late at night and we were standing outside by my car. She started singing softly and I joined her, it being a song we've sung before for shits and giggles, but this time. . . it was different, it was far too appropriate for the moment.

it was Owl City: When Can I See You Again.

We fought back tears as we looked at each other, two sisters soon to be separated. Thinking about it still breaks my heart.

I can't tell you all how much I miss this woman. I get exited whenever we text, seeing as it's not an everyday thing, but it means everything to me, and everything feels normal again, like I'm going to see her when she comes home for winter vacation. 

And I know I wont and it breaks my heart all over again. 

I'm fortunate to have her in my life. I'm fortunate her have her as my best friend/sister/partner in crime

She is truly one of the most important people in my life. 

Strapped down to the cold metal operating table, blind folded and stripped down to nothing.  Trembling bones and shivering skin, a mess of fear and of anticipation.  While she couldn’t see beyond the velvet confines of the blind fold, she knew exactly what each sound was.  The razors and the drills.  The dull sounds of her captors footsteps.  They’d managed to catch her off guard.  They’d managed to capture her tardis. Oh would brother be furious.

A sudden sensation, the chill of metal, the slicing of skin.  The skin just underneath the leading edge of her tattoos.  She screamed… and screamed… and was muffled by a hand.  A gloved hand that felt almost human, that she would have thought was human if she didn’t know any better.  But she did, she knew much better than to think that this person was simply human.

She bit down and she heard the foreign language trickle out from pursed lips.  “Sedate her.”  She understood that much thanks to the sonic screwdriver that was still nearby.  “I said sedate her.”  The thing wasn’t getting a response.  “Fine I’ll do it myself.”  She felt the pinch of a needle in her arm.  She was floating about the scene now, watching herself get cut into, over and over again.  She could hear her screams but couldn’t feel them leaving her mouth.

I did 24!!!

1. Do you want a boyfriend or girlfriend?

…hhh I…At this moment, no. I really think I should just stay away from a committed relationship because I’m……still head over heels for my ex-girlfriend and it sucks haha.

5. Do you chew on your straws?

Sometimes. Not all the time.

35. If you could move somewhere else, would you?