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michelin star dining has got to be a social experiment because people will pay $1000+ to suck on foam or have someone pour chocolate on their hands. you can make rich americans pretend to enjoy any food if you say "yeah this is french" or something. humiliation ritual

chrissyjoshys

"whats your favourite genre of music" songs that i like. it's pretty cool every single song in that genre is one that i like

phantomrose96

Dealing with burnout is sooooooooooooooo easy all you need to do is operate at 40% indefinitely and be kind of mad at yourself the whole time.

rylandsgrace

#Happy December 10th to those who celebrate 🎁

sonny-kiddo

some notable catchphrases of 2013:

bitch I might be

do she got the booty ? she doooooooooo !

swiggity swag

the D

wen u mom com home and make hte spagehti

“ hello______, im dad “

AYYY LMAO

W R I T I N G I N T E N S E W O R D S L I K E T H I S

perfect _____ don’t exis-

And now, the weather

at least 2 potato

we’ve come full circle !

life hack :

[ __________ INTENSIFIES]

so many

such doge. much wow. very smile.

mahogany

*sweats nervously*

same.

spooper hot choclety milk

#SHERLOCKLIVES

(via @arianwells )

holyisthenameofmyruthlessaxe

after a suicide attempt in 2016

holyisthenameofmyruthlessaxe

“When Daddy comes in, he carries you to bed. Is there anything you feel like you could eat, Pokey? Anything at all? All you can imagine putting in your mouth is a cold plum, one with really tight skin on the outside but gum-shocking sweetness inside. And he and your mother discuss where he might find some this late in the season. Mother says hell I don’t know. Further north, I’d guess. The next morning, you wake up in your bed and sit up. Mother says, Pete, I think she’s up. He hollers in, You ready for breakfast, Pokey. Then he comes in grinning, still in his work clothes from the night before. He’s holding a farm bushel. The plums he empties onto the bed river toward you through folds in the quilt. If you stacked them up, they’d fill the deepest bin at the Piggly Wiggly. Damned if I didn’t get the urge to drive to Arkansas last night, he says. Your mother stands behind him saying he’s pure USDA crazy. Fort Smith, Arkansas. Found a roadside stand out there with a feller selling plums. And I says, Buddy, I got a little girl sick back in Texas. She’s got a hanker for plums and ain’t nothing else gonna do. It’s when you sink your teeth into the plum that you make a promise. The skin is still warm from riding in the sun in Daddy’s truck, and the nectar runs down your chin. And you snap out of it. Or are snapped out of it. Never again will you lay a hand against yourself, not so long as there are plums to eat and somebody-anybody-who gives enough of a damn to haul them to you. So long as you bear the least nibblet of love for any other creature in this dark world, though in love portions are never stingy. There are no smidgens or pinches, only rolling abundance. That’s how you acquire the resolution for survival that the coming years are about to demand. You don’t earn it. It’s given.”

excerpt from Cherry by Mary Karr, context being after a suicide attempt at age 13

piendish

lost my id on the train, feel free to steal my identity. wasnt using it much anyway.

piendiish

don't mind if i do

docdufresne

Had a dream last night that i was a knight and this bigger scarier knight had me on the ground and right before he swung his sword at my neck he said smth like "i mourn the loss of life for the tree who will become your coffin" which shouldnt have turned me on like it did but alas