(via thehumaniser)
Question:
Do men have some weird extra sensory perception which allows them to discern exactly when a woman has thought and eventually said out loud (quietly first and to herself but then with resolution and to others) ultimately and honestly and with complete authority and without an ounce of passive aggression, ‘If I never hear from him again, that would be totally fine. In fact, that may be for the best. Yes, indeed, that would be for the best,’ so that they can then let fly some half hearted but grin-inducing email which denies the aforementioned woman the ability (for which she has worked so hard) to completely let it go?
We’re gonna need a bigger boat.
Sweet Jesus, I just want to cook! All day every day! I don't need sunlight or water, just a room full of KitchenAid appliances.
Yes, going to culinary school would be great so I could hone in on my knife skills and learn to de-bone a chicken, but I’m a damn good cook. If I could just come into some money. Enough money, I would open a hole in the wall shop and bake until my hands bled (but not in the food).
And while I’m on the subject, do you think it’s a bad idea to give someone homemade baked goods (like candied nuts and pecan sandies) as a secret santa gift? I mean, what can five dollars really buy anyway.
I think I see my Dad. That son-of-a-bitch is down there somewhere.
one of those
Sometimes I just want to sleep for a million years, and wake up when everything I’ve ever known and cared about has died and been reborn. Then I’ll wander among the ruins until I disappear or turn to stone, and no one will ever give a fuck, thank god.
I have to say—being alive means you’re always looking for a way to be whole; being human precludes any chance of ever having the satisfaction of wanting nothing.
“Who’d win in a wrestling match, Lemmy or God?”,
“Lemmy (buzzer sound) ….God?”
“Wrong, dickhead, trick question. Lemmy is God”.
