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mangeur de fromage

@e-pic / e-pic.tumblr.com

snack eater, picture taker, dog lover, craft maker. cheese extraordinaire and comedy connoisseur.

I enjoyed a very relaxed Christmas with my honey and some of my friends and family. I hope all of you enjoyed your holiday also! Wishing you all the best and a very happy new year!

I was cooking and baking all day today on my day off! I made individual French toast bakes for brunch, loaded tater tot bake for dinner, and frosted funfetti sugar cookies for dessert! a yummy day off, to say the least. 😁

I got this new 45 at Newbury Comics... isn't it cool? It's Saturday's Child on the A side and the B side is You Just May Be The One... it's one of 5,000 presses. Mine is #405. I love picture disc records, but this is my first shaped one to add to my collection!

Just dropping in to update you all and let you know I am alive and well -- I bought my first home and am settling in nicely. This is where you can find me when I’m not working -- my kitchen has become my oasis. :)

I miss the Tumblrverse and family bunches, but am really enjoying living life in the moment and not so attached to the screen. 

Hugs!

I haven’t logged on here in forever, just popping in to say hello. I hope everyone is doing well!

xox Emily

I had to remove the Tumblr app from my phone (not enough space), so I won't be on nearly as much. Find me on FB or Instagram, if you need me. :)

Bi and pan women are beautiful, wonderful, and amazing. They are so strong, and so brave. 

Bi and pan women are completely valid regardless of their current or past relationships, and even if they’ve never been in any relationship. Their love of women is pure, it’s real, valid, and good. 

Bi and pan women are valid and good, they deserve love and support. <3

People think they know you. They think they know how you’re handling a situation. But the truth is no one knows. No one knows what happens after you leave them, when you’re lying in bed or sitting over your breakfast alone and all you want to do is cry or scream. They don’t know what’s going on inside your head—the mind-numbing cocktail of anger and sadness and guilt. This isn’t their fault. They just don’t know. And so they pretend and they say you’re doing great when you’re really not. And this makes everyone feel better. Everybody but you.