— 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. (via cyberwave)
Here’s to sitting in my room all day playing on the tumblr and watching the netflix because being sick sucks. Who wants a sick face no makeup selfie in support of me? Text “I will bring you soup” to me and you get the privilege of bringing me soup. And also orange juice.