Mar 25, 2024
I have been tempted by the devil (a fabric store) and his horrible promises (cool materials). I have sold my soul (my money) and now feel so very empty (broke).
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I have been tempted by the devil (a fabric store) and his horrible promises (cool materials). I have sold my soul (my money) and now feel so very empty (broke).
I was waiting for my conchas to bake and saw the "let's make a cake" poll. I was so ready. I have been training for this day my whole life.
"Obviously vanilla extract is going to be the lowest, since too much will overwhelm you." I foolishly thought. "Flour is the safe choice. You use so much."
Then, as I watch in horror, vanilla extract rises to heights previously unbeknownst to anyone on this planet. Not sure what I expected from this site, though.
We should normalize natural saying both "Y'all" and words that sound like you just pulled a thesaurus out of your ass in conversation.
They're back.
Time to get the defenses back out.
Gods... Why am I still on this site?
It's amazing.
I love tumblr
I sometimes wonder what it would be like if you just weren't stressed out or anxious about anything. Would it be childlike?
I was trying to get rid of tumblr live, because someone had the horrific idea to make it only effective for 7 days, but that isn't the point of this post.
The point is: I was trying to silence the monstrosity that is tumblr live and had to view the shop. Where is my profile?
What am I supposed to do now? Adapt? I'm on fucking tumblr. The most we can adapt to is the new meme that we all collectively change our focus to every 3 days.