piedude:

jumpingjacktrash:

onceuponamirror:

memesandshipsgalore:

beckyhop:

dixon-arrows:

moldychesee:

narwhal-noir:

pajarosdelamancha:

jamesandlilys:

digitalfare:

orriculum:

svynakee:

thirdtimecharmed:

altonzm:

french recipes: if you’re not making this in paris then what’s the point. fuck you

italian recipes: use the left leg meat of a pig from one of three farms in this specific area of tuscany, or from this day my grandmother will begin manifesting physically in your house

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.

Irish recipes:

ultraviolet-techno-ecology:

I really worry about how many people in their 20s are just constantly tired all the time. It is absolutely not healthy for people to be worked so hard that every single night the second they come home they are so physically shattered they only want to sleep.

claudiaboleyn:

Also, academic texts. Full of bullshit. You could sum that stuff up in like three paragraphs, but some old white dude is gonna ramble on using unnecessarily lavish vocabulary for three whole pages until you want to cry. 

creativeronica:

depressedgirl83:

Why do people never talk about the part of depression when you just don’t want anything anymore? Everybody talks about when it hurts like hell, when you cry, when you cut, when you take drugs, when you break down. But no one ever talks about when you just lay down in your room, with a hole inside of you that you don’t know how to fill, and you don’t want to do anything even the things you usually like. So you just spend your day kinda waiting for it to end. And it’s horrible because you feel empty and guilty for that at the same time. 

There needs to be more awareness of this kind of depressed state. It’s often the kind that is mistaken for laziness. I call it “A” depression, and I know it personally. The symptoms are apathy and anhedonia:
Apathy (lack of interest, enthusiasm, or concern and anhedonia ( the inability to experience pleasure from activities usually found enjoyable).

marsza:

Honestly the bar is so fucking low for men and they’re still coming out so lackluster at the Met Gala. Women celebs are showing up as walking performance art and what about the fellas? Oh, another black tux but this time you’re wearing red shoes. Call the narcs. Oh, maybe this radical boy is gonna slam us with some black velvet. How controversial. You think a shift to yet another safe texture is enough? Where’s the lace? The collars! Where are the crowns of thorns? What man is going to be the only lion amongst a den of cowards and waltz in there with that Saint Sebastian vibe, assnaked and unmistakably gay? Catholicism hasn’t been horny for beefy, dying men for centuries just so we can play it safe with another boring black tux.