I can read all I want about the brain’s limbic system, the amygdala and hippocampus and the olfactory bulb, and come to a reasonable understanding of the linkage between the way things like smell and memory work, and the thousand complexities of the cerebral cortex, but that still doesn’t stop the catch in my stomach when I remember your scent on my skin.
no, i don’t watch that show, but i do follow its developments extensively via tumblr
Just rewatched season 2, episode 1 of Masters of Sex
and the end STILL gives me all the feels dammit! so I’m sitting here on my bed with my laptop screaming internally and making like, ridiculous lizard noises because I CAN’T EVEN SO HARD.
Wall of international travel, postcards, and love! If you send me a postcard, I’ll add it to the wall and think of you fondly when I see it!
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows was released seven years ago - July 21, 2007.
Today in: We’re old now.
This is 12 minutes longer than you want it to be and most of it is about milk.
Listen to Fran do comedy! She is awesome! (But milk is gross)
I love you like my next breath. @toastythecat Re-reading old letters for a nostalgic Sunday night.
While gazing at myself from yourself, I was beautiful.
Dejan Stojanovic, The Shape (via fables-of-the-reconstruction)
Dear Anna, I miss you! Is everything really bigger in Texas? The hair? The food? THE DICKS?!?!??!
Caitlin, in an old letter from 2011. I may or may not be all nostalgic and rereading old letters.
Edit: the rest of the letter was about sex and Harry Potter soooooo that pretty much sums up our friendship/even how it was at GSE