TIHIF (T.Harm Birthday Special)

This post is dedicated to T.Harm. My favorite person. And roommate. And best friend. 

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

This is how I felt the first time I met you:

This is how I feel when I tell you we can go running in 40 degree weather:

This is how I feel when I try and bribe you with food to go socialize:

This is how I feel when you text me about someone that is in the room with us (that really shouldn't be said out loud):

This is how I feel when I make a bunch of food, but then you tell me you just ate a sandwich:

This is how I feel when you go home without telling me:

This is how I feel when we try and find new friends:

This is how I feel when we don't do anything but eat and read for an entire Saturday:

This is how I feel when someone doesn't want to be our friend (a.k.a no one):

This is how I feel about your birthday:

For reals. Thanks for being the best.

TIHIF (excited much?)

This is how I feel when I get a letter from a missionary:

This is how I feel when I see couples on Facebook sending overly romantic notes to each other:

This is how I feel when I want some food but I know they aren't going to share:

This is how I feel when I wear my super fluffy coat:

This is how I feel when T. Harm makes me a sandwich:

This is how I feel when someone says they want to major in art:

This is how I feel when people tell me I can't stay up until 3 and then go to a 7:30 class:

TIHIF (The Sandwich Game)

This is how I feel when I try and do anything fancy on a longboard:

This is how I feel when I read a mind-blowing theory about a fandom:

This is how I feel when someone insults me and I don't notice immediately:

(As Spock) This is how I feel when someone is watching a favorite show of mine and I see them going through emotional trauma:

This is how I feel it's going to be when I drive this winter:

This is how I felt when I held a gun for the first time in three years:

This is how I used to feel about the sandwich game: