THIS IS A SECRET SECTION

WHAT THE FUCK

EXCUSE ME

i crave simple things in life like fresh sourdough bread with a shallow but ornate dipping bowl containing olive oil/balsamic/fresh herbs on a moonlit evening overlooking the sea in some fuckall, Mediterranean location where i’m left alone to eat my bread and let the iodine from the sea air heal my torn up spirit & also six hundred million dollars in unmarked duffle bags stuffed into a swiss bank account box i receive for completing a job of dubious morality

man responding to something a woman said: actually this is true. I mean, fair enough, this is surprisingly accurate. I would have phrased it like this, but you can still extract some value from this statement as it is actually fair enough if you like and see it that way maybe

If the frosting! Of your cupcake! Is equal to or greater in height than the cupcake itself! you made a bad fucking cupcake

We can’t as a society keep supporting pastries that are just edible plates for five inch piles of sugar glue

why divide people by unrational things when you COULD divide them by whether their word for cotton candy is valid or not ?

I’m sorry the French call it what

social media was a good development because back in ancient greece it didn’t exist and people would just be yelling their opinions in the city square instead and the only way to block them was murder or exile

the court of athens, sentencing socrates to death for “rotting the youth and disrespecting the gods”: blocked, unfollowed, reported