I can’t decide Whether you should live or die Oh, you’ll probably go to heaven Please don’t hang your head and cry No wonder why My heart feels dead inside It’s cold and hard and petrified Lock the doors and close the blinds We’re going for a ride
I am so frustrated that I have no close friends who are homestuck fans
I need someone to cry with
because Eridan the dead trolls had some closure. Eridan Everyone looks a wee bit more peaceful as compared to when they were living. Alt Timeline Eridan Vriska and Feferi Terezi seem to have finally reconciled (regardless of whether or not they’re alive it’s still somethin’!).
Plus there’s Eridan, so there’s that
Did I mention my darling dementeddouchebag child Eridan was in there?
oh my gosh I’m just crying over a dead fish boy SOMEONE PLEASE SLAP ME
While it might seem that the foodie douchebag—the bastard child of countless food blogs, our culture’s continuously growing obsession with all things new, bizarre, or extravagant in food, and the all-documenting eye of Instagram and its #foodie vortex—is something of a new phenomenon, it’s far from modern. In fact, the origins of acting like a tool when it comes to food can be traced all the way back to ancient Rome, to the first century AD. More specifically, the life and death of Marcus Gavius Apicius, the world’s first gourmand.
Lover of luxury and all things gourmet, Marcus Gavius Apicius was a wealthy member of Roman high society who lived and breathed all things excessive. As a member of the Roman elite, Apicius served under Emperor Tiberius as a culinary adviser, often cooking for and dining with society’s elite.
I’m actually so proud of myself for disliking sasusaku even as a child.
yknow, normally you’d think at that age ‘oh my god he’s such a bad boy i’m sure she can change his heart and make him fall in love with her’, but i was thinking ‘she’s fucking annoying and he’s a douchebag WHAT THE HELL DOES SHE SEE IN HIM????’