Let Me Count The Ways...

i hate myself so i need you to literally adore me to compensate

something really great is when people notice something about you that you didn’t even notice about yourself. like, when they’re like “wow you really listen to that band a lot” or “you feel really strongly about that thing don’t you” and you’re like, do i..? oh shit you’re right i do

This assumes that every splitting of two people is bad. It's not default bad to ask how someone is doing. It's fucking okay to check on people even if you aren't as close as you once were.

2012 was truly the PEAK of music. call me maybe? iconic. somebody that i used to know? iconic. what makes you beautiful? iconic. some nights? iconic. starships? iconic. whistle? iconic. everybody talks? iconic. party rock anthem? iconic. boyfriend? iconic. THE LIST GOES ON. we will never again experience a similar period of bop after bop.

2005 and myself would like to kindly invite you to put this opinion in the trash where it belongs

american recipes: buy these three cans of stuff and put them in a pan congrats you cooked

chinese recipes, as handed down from mother to child: season it with a pinch of this and some of that. you want to know the exact amount? feel it in your heart. ask the stars. yell into the void. 

English recipes: boil and salt it. Okay that’s it enjoy

Greek recipes: You followed all the right steps but this isn’t quite right. I don’t know what to tell you.

Australia recipes: chuck it on the barbie

Latinx recipes: you will never make it better than your abuela, face the facts

Armenian recipes: spend eight days laboring over the stove. the food will be flavorful with the sacrifice of your sanity. no one will appreciate it.

Canadian recipes: It either needs more bacon, more maple syrup, more gravy, or an unholy combination of the three

Polish recipes: you have to toUCH THE DOUGH, FEEL THE PIEROGI IN YOUR HEART, TOUCH IT. LICK IT. SMELL IT.

Every time I see this post, I learn more about how different countries’ cuisines AND neuroses.

Indian recipes: there are 500 cuisines and that means 500 versions of this dish that has 500 spices so gl 

ashki jewish recipes: no, no. no. more onion. 

internet recipes: here is a heartwarming story about my baby sister’s third birthday that i completely made up, and a copypaste from alton brown.

I wasn't gonna repost this, then I saw the The last part 😂

Take a breath. Think this through. What are you? Second. No not even second. Third, fourth, fifth. Last. Breathe slowly. Think deeply. What are you? Everyone’s favorite rebound. Without them even realizing. A cheap hotel for feelings. A place to forget they were ever broken. Please excuse the ruined decor. Think clearly. Think. Disposable. Replaceable. Unwanted. I am called when needed. And left to rot when not. Please don’t forget to breathe. Of course you know how the story ends, the boy gets with the prettier friend. Irrational. Please breathe. Think clearly. Not needed. There’s always better, so why bother. If anyone really cared I wouldn’t be here wondering if they did. I wouldn’t have to wonder where I stand. Stop. You’re breathing too fast. Slow down. There’s no point in breathing when all I am is a ghost to everyone around me. A ghost who drifts and is summonsed when needed. Lonely and alone. Stop. Thinking.