a woman that i'm dating made me a cake to celebrate me getting off the overnight shift and this cake is a fucking weapon. i think that surely she's actually trying to kill me and this incredibly sweet gesture is just part of her evil plan. it's a triple layer cake of three pieces of unbelievably dense chocolate cake shingled with chocolate ganache, whipped cream, and honeycomb, with grated honeycomb on top. it's delicious. it's the richest thing i've ever put in my mouth. i can take one bite of pure bliss and then the second bite gives me the !!POISONED!! status effect. but i just keep eating it. i can't move and my eyesight is fading. she made this for me. what the fuck. i'm perishing
went back for more cake
Are you perhaps dating Miss Tunchball from Matilda
i cannot stress enough that there is no coercion involved in me eating this cake. it was freely given to me to eat at my own pace and my own leisure and i have been doing so of my own accord even as i accept the risk of decadent tummyache. why? βοΈyummy

















