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LOVE this. Also, reblogging you like whoa today.
Into this
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If you can
make a sauce from scratch, your entire prep time will be comprised me of wanting to fuck you.
Even Velveeta, my babies.
Even Velveeta.
o face
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I’m known as a fairly good chef among my friends. As a grad school student on a tight budget with a small kitchen, I try very hard to make gluten free delicious by experimentation. I’m always looking for suggestions, and I love learning family recipes to tweak my own. Follow it if you’re so inclined! And help promote me please :D
Supporting my future baby-momma
Just looking through all my fb pictures and came across this gem.
I always wondered why my residents last year didn’t respect me. It was probably because when they were pulling all-nighters in the lounge, I would come in drunk and eat all their chips and salsa. I would finish by licking the jar clean.
Once I had a floor meeting which ended up just being me show everyone how I can fit my fist in my mouth. There’s a picture of that too.
Whatever. I was painfully catapulted into adulthood less than one week following graduating and have been sobbing inside ever since.
How my cat and I feel about this day off.
Also how I feel about my pajama shirt which is a picture of a broken gingerbread man that says “OH SNAP!” My mom buys the best Christmas Presents.
"But then they strutted down the streets like total pimps, and I shambled after as I’ve been doing all my life after bros who interest me, because the only bros for me are the awesome ones, the ones who are mad to chug, mad to party, mad to bone, mad to get hammered, desirous of all the chicks at Buffalo Wild Wings, the ones who never turn down a Bud Light Lime, but chug, chug, chug like fucking awesome players exploding like spiders across an Ed Hardy shirt and in the middle you see the silver skull pop and everybody goes “Awww!"
Jonathan Safran Foer’s new book is insane.
Entitled “Tree of Codes,” it is a collection of die-cut pages from his favorite book, Bruno Schulz’s “The Street of Crocodiles.” Made as an exploration of “the pages’ physical relationship to one another” and the die-cut technique, Foer attempts to create a meaningful narrative with an existing text.
Printers didn’t want to touch it, saying “the book you want to make just cannot be made.” Until, of course a Belgian printer said Challenge Accepted, and this was made.
IF ONLY I HAD $40 TO SPARE. Books, you will truly just be the death of me. Click through for more photos. Well-worth the click, I am telling you.
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I have never wanted something this much. Oh wow.
I read this as “Tree of Chodes” and was more excited than I was when I uncovered my mistake.
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If you’re trying really hard, that’s embarrassing
I won’t stop until I’m fucking running everything.Like most white girls in their early 20s, I get most of my self-confidence by listening to and emulating the lyrics of righteously arrogant rappers I’d like to make out with.
Found online here.
My home is the Jersey Shore.
My home is the Jersey Shore too!
:’)
tomato pie
sammiches
sluts
i miss u all
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