Music is life

you know when you’re eating something with lettuce and a leaf winds up hanging out your mouth while you’re chewing and for a few seconds you fuse souls with that of a 66 million year old gentle and slow brachiosaurus? love that

you know when you’re eating something with lettuce and a leaf winds up hanging out your mouth while you’re chewing and for a few seconds you fuse souls with that of a 66 million year old gentle and slow brachiosaurus? love that

I completely thought those were synonyms, thank

Reblog to save a life

What you have before you are deconstructed, rustic chicken breast fritters coated lightly in breadcrumbs and toasted until crisp and golden- the sauce is a tomato, worcestershire, and vinegar reduction, with the vinegar for some brightness, and some brown sugar for sweetness to offset the umami of the chicken

I love what you’ve done with the presentation of your plate. it’s simple yet fun. it shows that you’re mature but you’re not afraid to show your inner child. However, with that being said, there is way too much sauce on the plate and the flavor could use more acidity. Your chicken is under seasoned. I feel like you could have used more salt. For these reasons, we had to chop you.   

I told my coworker that I really wanted a baby girl, and she told me all about how raising a girl was so much harder. Because she had 3 boys and 1 girl, and her daughter wanted to be treated like her brothers. She told me all about how she forced her daughter to wear dresses, be pretty, wouldn’t let her cut her hair. She said that when the boys started to be involved in sports, that she did too. So she pushed her into dance classes. And as this went on, it was such a surreal moment. This is why we have so many unhappy, trans, nb teens on our hands. This poor girl.

She wanted to be a person but was forced to be a decoration.

Gender obsessed parents be like: it is so hard to raise a daughter, it is so difficult to completely destroy her personality and then fill her up with vanity and sexism

me, continuing to look at a screen despite having a headache: OUCH my brain… OUCH my brain… OUCH my brain… OUCH my brain… OUCH my brain… OUCH my brain… OUCH my brain… OUCH my brain…

what do people in their twentys do except go to the grocery store……….

In gonna replace every bone in my body with a knife, if someone punches me they’re in for a surprise (the knife)