crying

the yellow chrysanthemums for neglected love (i wish i knew how much i loved you before i lost you.)

the purple hyacinths for sorrow, forgiveness, and rebirth (i'm sorry. i'm so sorry. please come back to me.)

the moss men for all that they have greedily stolen away (what are they going to do to you...?)

a fountain filled with green. a centerpiece for a bouquet of funeral flowers. a garden of all that we have lost underneath The Night sky.

(i'm going to save you.)

i was once a young hopeless romantic girl picking daises on a hillside but now i'm an even more hopeless aromantic multigender entity spray painting suggestive images on government building walls

“why are you wearing a cloak at the bowling alley” it’s my bowling cloak you fucking casual

sibling relationships are so strange... like i love you. you will never understand me in a way that matters. we are the same person in drastically different ways. we are sewn together. we don't talk. we are attached at the hip. you wish i was never born. can i call you. let's eat together. i forgive you. etc

i don't have enough photos of you on my phone to make one your contact picture. we got the same tattoo completely by coincidence. why do you always get to be mario. i love the meals you cook. we live in different universes. you can stay at my house if you need. we have never been friends. you are more important to me than anyone on this earth

PSA!!!!

If there is a female character in a piece of media that is intentionally written to be annoying, it is your MORAL IMPERATIVE for her to be your favorite and for you to defend her with your life and honor at risk

tormenting cadi in dms with sasharcy 😔👏

I can’t believe you’d leave my reaction out 😔

i wanted to surprise u and didn't want to put it there without asking 😭

you’re so sweet 🥺 but thank you, it just means I get the honour of adding it in 😌

ATTENTION!

FEUDALISM RESTARTING IN 10 SECONDS. CLASSES WILL BE RANDOMLY ASSIGNED

i got merchant

Also, here’s the assigner link for convenience

I have bad news :(

you're in the habit of denying yourself things.

if someone asked you directly, you would say that you love a little treat. you like iced coffee and getting the cookie. you drink juice out of a fancy cup sometimes, and often do use your candles until they gutter out helplessly.

but you hesitate about buying the 20 dollar hand mixer because, like. you could just use your arms. you weren't raised rich. you don't get to just spend the 20 dollars (remember when that could cover lunch?), at least - you don't spend that without agonizing over it first, trying to figure out the cost-benefits like you are defending yourself in front of a jury. yes, this rice cooker could seriously help you. but you do know how to make stovetop rice and it really isn't that hard. how many pies or brownies would you actually make, in order to make that hand mixer worthwhile?

what's wild is that if the money was for a friend, it would already be spent. you'd fork over 40 without blinking an eye, just to make them happy. the difference is that it's for you, so you need to justify it.

and it sneaks in. you ration yourself without meaning to - you don't finish the pint of ice cream, even though you want to. the next time you go to the store, you say ah, i really shouldn't, and then you walk away. you save little bits of your precious things - just in case. sometimes you even go so far as putting that one thing in your shopping cart. and then just leaving it there, because maybe-one-day, but not right now, there's other stuff going on.

you do self-care, of course. but you don't do it more than like, 3 days in a row. after that it just feels a little bit over-the-edge. like. you can't live in decadence, the economy is so bad right now, kid.

so you don't buy the rice cooker. you can-and-will spend the time over the stove. you can withstand the little sorrows. denial and discipline are practically synonyms. and you're not spoiled.

it's just - it's not always a rice cooker. sometimes it is a person or a job or a hug. sometimes it is asking for help. sometimes it is the summer and your college degree. sometimes it is looking down at scabbed knees and feeling a strange kind of falling, like you can't even recognize the girl you used to be. sometimes it is your handprint looking unsteady.

sometimes it is tuesday, and you didn't get fired, and you want to celebrate. but what is it you like, even? you search around your little heart and come up empty. you're so used to denying that all your desires draw a blank.

oh fuck. see, this is the perfect opportunity. if you had a mixer, you'd make a cake.

oops i tripped and dropped my

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oh no this one has sponsorblock support

oopsie poopsies this one is its own standalone client

aw fuck my android boy!!

“You can criticize something you love!”

Yeah, and you can also get tired of criticizing something you love. You can get completely fed up with it and decide, “You know what? Flaws aside, I love this thing, and I don’t have to waste hours of my life admitting its flaws to strangers on the Internet in order to somehow justify my love of it.” You can get sick of watching others gleefully tear it apart, for no reason other than that it’s popular and they hate that you love it. You can get sick of watching others tearing it apart with good intentions, too.

In the end, it’s just a cartoon, or a book, or a movie. It’s not that serious, and you can enjoy it without hyper-focusing on its flaws. You don’t need to justify your love of something to someone else, least of all a person you don’t even know.

‘bread is bad for you’ ‘rice is bad for you’ sorry im not subscribing to the idea that staple grains that have been integral to cultures for centuries are evil. i love you carbs

Times TV Animation characters ignored one of the biggest laws of physics... Breathing in Outer Space.

locusimperium:

So I tried this recipe.

And it is GREAT.

It basically makes the platonic ideal of commercial sugar cookies, only in bar form. When I give them to people (which I do a lot, because this is one of those simple recipes where the results seem very impressive), I just tell them they’re sugar cookie bars.

Life hack: add white chocolate chips and sea salt

I made these today for the equinox with sea salt caramel chips and they are simply amazing. Let’s see how long they last with six people in the house!

Noting for later (as we need more butter for this, and probably won’t do a grocery shopping till the weekend).

The OP version of this has become my go-to cookie for basically all things and I have a whole cohort of friends and colleagues who would murder each other to get them. Haven’t tried any add ons yet, since the base recipe is SO GOOD.

I’ve reblogged this before and I’m reblogging it again because I’m about to make it again tomorrow and I wanted to add my own tale of just how amazingly delicious it. it was SO incredibly simple to bake and with an extra dusting of brown sugar on top and served warm and soft they gift you with the taste of the nectar of the gods when paired with a small glass of milk. this image is from when I first made them a couple years ago:

GO. MAKE THESE !!!!

Needed to make a dessert in a hurry to bring to Thanksgiving, and this recipe worked excellently. I did not have the right kind of sugar for the topping, so instead I used a packet of lemonade powder, which gave it a nice citrusy zing.

Making these for myself as a reward for doing the no fun thing I’ve been putting off. Added half a lemon of lemon juice and a bit more flour. Let’s see how it turns out. >:3

Verdict: tasty.

These are really, really good, btw. (sorry, no pics…) :/

Oh, this one goes way further back than Pliny. Aristotle has this to say about salamanders:

As far as I know this is the oldest reference to salamanders and fire. It got even more convoluted with time. It’s also noteworthy that salamanders were initially very cold animals that extinguished fire, but over time it evolved into lives in fire -> makes fire/is fiery.

Any explanations about why that came to be are only guesses. We will never know for sure if there was a rational explanation and what it was. We are fairly sure, though, that the “salamander skin” described by Marco Polo was asbestos.

My favorite thing to do when someone asks me to perform a simple task is to say “No” while doing it

Someone: Hey, can I borrow a pen?

Me, getting a bag of pens out: Absolutely not, perish.

superhero fans how's it feel to be winning