please, can i have?
beards make you hotter.
this is science.
i mean, obviously.
You don’t need a party to get down on some guacamole. Put it on a salad, taco, tostada, sandwich, whatever you want. Eat it with your hands. I don’t give a flying fuck. SNACK LIFE.
5 ripe avocados
2 medium grapefruits or 1 big son of a bitch
¼ cup chopped cilantro
¼ cup chopped red onion
juice of 1 lime (about 2 tablespoons)
¼ teaspoon salt
Take the pit out of the avocados and scoop out all the green flesh into a large bowl. Mash it up with fork. I like my guacamole chunky but do what you gotta do. Cut the grapefruit up into segments like you would cut an orange. Remove the peel and cut the segments into pieces about the size of a nickel. Put all the grapefruit into the bowl with the avocado. Add the cilantro, red onion, lime juice, and salt and mix it all up. Taste it and add more shit until you like it. Serve immediately or chill it for a bit. I’m not gonna tell you how to eat guacamole, just follow your fucking heart.
I THINK I’M GONNA BE LIKE:
BUT I’M REALLY LIKE:
oh my god, fucking hate the postmodern performance art on this fucking campus. i am trying to not fail my finals so i can fucking graduate. GO AWAY.
Nostalgia is a powerful emotion, and not one that should be easily dismissed or thought irrelevant. Boy Meets World is a television show which gave profound wisdom through the sometimes heartachingly passionate stories in the life of Cory Matthews. Mr. Feeny was more than a mentor to Cory and his friends; he was a father and a friend. This show will always have a place in my heart.
“Lose one friend, lose all friends, lose yourself.”
LOVE LOVE LOVE
you know it’s finals of senior year when this makes you cry. like a baby.
so sad about graduating college so soon and so fussy because of finals-induced sleep deprivation.
it’d be cool if there were like Sesame Street style shows for teenagers and Young Adults that teach you things like what to do at the post office and how not to be an asshole at parties
omg, yes. and how to write a check and do taxes. please!
I found these images while procrastinating on some writing tonight. Ballet is a very old art and I took that into account when making the assumption that its aesthetics were equally as old. That seems really stupid to me now when I consider what the quintessential ballerina looks like today. Maybe this is just jarring to me.
Can someone go and explore with me? please?
TW Disordered eating, eating disordersLily Myers, performing for Wesleyan University at the 2013 College Unions Poetry Slam Invitational. This poem was awarded Best Love Poem at the tournament.This reminds me so much of me and my mom.
i wish the audience would shut up so she could speak. this is powerful stuff.