aeromachia:

sergeantprnz:

WHO NAMED THIS FLOWER

IT BARGES INTO ALL YOUR CONVERSATIONS

IT GIVES YOU A STUPID NICKNAME WHEN YOU’VE MET, LIKE, ONCE

IT WIGGLES ITS STAMENS AT YOU SUGGESTIVELY FOR NO REASON

IT IS: THE AGGRESSIVELY FORWARD BEARDED IRIS

I started giggling when I saw this and my boyfriend wanted to know what I was laughing at. I told him. He was silent for a few seconds and then said my name with an exasperated sigh. I kept giggling.

He really doesn’t understand my sense of humor.

We were talking earlier about how different our senses of humor are. When it comes to silly little in-jokes, we find each other funny and can amuse each other quite easily, but in terms of favorite movies, tv shows, comedians? We don’t agree on much. He makes fun of me, telling me my humor is very white. Very educated and talky and rather twee. It is. His humor is a lot more rough and tumble, rather more controversial, and a bit more borad. Things we agree on: Mean Girls. Things we disagree on: everything else. 

It’s rather annoying sometimes—ok, a lot—but relationships thrive on differences, right? Right? And it’s not like we don’t make an effort for each other. I watch his things and he watches mine just to make each other happy. That’s the important thing.