ten reasons everyone should stop, drop and watch carmilla

  1. supporting canadian industry gives your skin a healthy glow
  2. cute queers literally at every turn
  3. anything that sends off its mission with “i have seen every episode of veronica mars” cannot lose
  4. i have never seen a fandom jump so quickly from love triangle to ot3 in my life
  5. i like that their marketing has young girls excited about tampons, because god knows i was embarrassed to even say the word until i was like, 25
  6. very catchy theme song
  7. the show makes good and clever use of its one camera storytelling format
  8. there is literally only femslash written for it
  9. elise bauman could probably have tremendous and shipworthy  chemistry with a trash can tbh
  10. it only takes like an hour and a half to watch all of it, and your life will be richer for it forever

Balsamic Roasted Fig, Fennel & Arugula Salad.

Fennel seems to thrive year-round here in southern California, which make me a very happy lady when it comes to salad concocting. In fall and winter, fennel takes on deeper, richer notes, paired with heavier, sweeter flavors. As the weather cools, I’ll begin cooking the fennel as well. For now, a transitional moment with fresh fennel, roasted figs, and goat’s cheese. Summer waning into fall.

This salad unites the curious brightness of fennel with the intensity of figs roasted in olive oil, balsamic vinegar, smoked salt, and fresh thyme. The figs nearly caramelize, sizzling and blistering and making this salad a sexy adventure of a dish.

Read more and get the recipe here.

Last night’s chicken and dumplings were incredible. I used the America’s Test Kitchen recipe which thickens the sauce using rendered collagen instead of a roux or corn starch. The result is a much richer mouth feel.

Inspired, I decided to apply that technique to my chicken adobo to see if I could lighten the heavy Filipino dish.

It worked. Flavour is much sharper and the texture has improved. Going to do it this way from now on.

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Sailing • Skadar Lake • Montenegro/Albania

Today is the 4th years pepenero is online: I want to give a BIG thanks to all the people that make this photostream amazing with their comments, likes and of course, with great inspirations. I met lot of great people here, from every part of the world, lot of styles and lot of words that make me and my pictures richer.

And thanks Tumblr for featured my page between the coolest photographers in the directory.

Grazie a tutti,

marco

Black and dark blue have been my default clothing colors since childhood. Bright colors draw attention and at some point I became quite afraid for that to happen.

Over the years, I have gained some confidence and independence of mind and self. And as I have slowly new colors entered my wardrobe. As they entered my wardrobe, they entered my life or maybe it was the other way around. I see them now and recognize the beauty of color and the brightness or depth it brings. My world is richer for recognizing the rainbow before me.

anonymous said:

well it started out alright, I swear and now here we are. my she only speaks in generic sentences like "vegetables are good for you."maybe she's not human. i hid my credit card in this notebook and gave it to a friend saying "this is my diary. keep it safe. they're after it. don't read it," but its not. i just want to survive a month without money. fuckin' commies, right? true communists shouldn't say "my" as much as I do. asked if ppl get annoyed when smth excitingturns out to b an ad.ah,urturn

I feel like every house on the other side of the shit canal is way richer than my family and they are all supposed to be middle class. No way man. No way is that middle class. Maybe like “right between me and the boss,” but not average. Right? I mean they had Emmy’s in the house and photos of Oprah and artwork on the walls. William S. Burroughs’ funeral card too. That was cool. I used to date a girl on that side of town and she had art on the walls too. A tiny Dali. A few John Lennon doodles. That seems real fucking weird to me. Is that what being middle class is like? Is that normal? To be weirdly nonchalantly rich? Or is that what life is like when your parents have college degrees? Is that the gulf of experience between one side of a river of sewage and another?

Every ad, I stop and read the whole thing. Every time. I don’t even realize. I’m right in the zone and they take me for everything I got.

Kiss Me
  • Kiss Me
  • Sixpence None The Richer
  • Sixpence None The Richer
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Sixpence None The Richer - Kiss Me

Kiss me
Out of the bearded barley
Nightly
Beside the green green grass
Swing swing
Swing the spinning step
You wear those shoes and I will wear that dress

Oh, kiss me
Beneath the milky twilight
Lead me
Out on the moonlit floor
Lift your open hand
Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance
Silver moon sparkling
So kiss me

Kiss me
Down by the broken tree house
Swing me
Upon its hanging tire
Bring bring
Bring your flowered hat
We’ll take the trail marked on your father’s map

Oh, kiss me
Beneath the milky twilight
Lead me
Out on the moonlit floor
Lift your open hand
Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance
Silver moon sparkling
So kiss me

Kiss me
Beneath the milky twilight
Lead me
Out on the moonlit floor
Lift your open hand
Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance
Silver moon sparkling
So kiss me

What a classic. 

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Congratulations on the little sister!

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