casualcynic: So my mom and I have been working the same waitress job for 5-6 years now. She had been waitressing years before, but this is recently. Anyway, about… 15 minutes ago this guy she waited on left and told her to take care. Just that. Prior to this she had talked to him about Italy. Her people are from Florence, this and that, and she said she’s never been. She’s got 8 years of art education and she’s working a waitress job. It’s pretty… Sad and disappointing, I guess. Her and my father divorced 6 years ago and she hasn’t had a real job ever. Just been stuck in a small town she’s not from. This man who we have never seen before tipped her 1000 dollars for a trip to Italy. Walked out, not another word. …you know. Just when I start to lose faith in humanity….Hm.

There’s this mark on my ring finger and I’m scared it’s skin cancer cuz it keeps growing. It’s my wedding ring finger. What if I lose it?

iamthegarebear:

My heart is still in pieces. Something that i did to myself a long time ago. I think that’s the real reason why i’m not in a relationship, i just have the capacity for emotion right now. Or more like it’s extremely limited.

There’s one person that i talk to now that I would be willing to open myself to completely. In fact, I think i already have. Too bad it’s unrequited. 

And now i’m ordering pizza.

I think

People let their fears get in the way far too often.

The quality on this is ridiculous.

damn, over time, idk i just lost time for bullshit.

I wish we still spoke the same language.
You are appreciated,

and you are essential. You might not see it clearly, and probably don’t feel it at the moment, but you are a crucial part of someone’s life.
So, stay.
We need you here.

fuckingrecipes: WE’RE TALKING SOME AMERICAN APPLE SCONES BULLSHIT, HERE! TIME FOR SOME CLASSY-ASS TEA PARTIES, YOU MAJESTIC MOTHERFUCKERS! 2 cups flour 1/2 cup granulated sugar 2 tsp baking powder 1/2 tsp baking soda 1/2 tsp salt 1/4 c. butter chilled 2 small apples (or 1 large) peeled, cored and shredded 1/4 cup milk 1/4 cup unsweetened applesauce (SMALLER BELOW) 2 Tbsp milk 2 Tbsp white sugar 1 tsp cinnamon, divided 1/4 tsp nutmeg 1/4 tsp cloves RISE LIKE A PHEONIX FROM YOUR PREVIOUSLY BORING EXISTENCE! SHRIEK THE BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY TO THE SKIES TO SUMMON THE AFOREMENTIONED INGREDIENTS TO YOUR FIERCE BOSOM.   PLAY THE ELECTRIC VIOLIN VERSION OF ‘BACK IN BLACK’ UNTIL THE LARGER AMOUNTS OF FLOUR, SUGAR, BAKING POWDER, BAKING SODA AND SALT THROW THEMSELVES INTO A LARGE BOWL. PREHEAT YOUR DAMN OVEN TO 425F (220 degrees C) CUT IN THE BUTTER! BUTTER MUST BE COLD! LIKE, FRESH OUT OF THE FRIDGE COLD. MAYBE EVEN FROZEN-COLD. CUBE YOUR BUTTER INTO TINY-ASS CHUNKS AND DROP THEM INDIVIDUALLY INTO THE POWDERY WHITE GOODNESS.   FLUFF ALL THE CUBES IN, THEN ATTACK IT VIOLENTLY WITH A FORK, UNTIL EVERYTHING IS CRUMBLY! YOU WANT TO GET THIS SHIT DONE ASAP, BEFORE THE BUTTER STARTS TO WARM!   WHY THE FUCK ARE WE PUTTING SO MUCH EFFORT INTO THIS BULLSHIT? CUTTING IN THE BUTTER PROPERLY MAKES BAKED GOODS SO FLUFFY THAT THE AVERAGE SEXUAL PERSON IS KNOWN TO IMMEDIATELY DEMAND GRATIFICATION AFTER CONSUMPTION. NON-SEXUAL PEOPLE TEND TO GET WARRIOR-LIKE AND PERFORM FEATS OF SKILL AND CUNNING, SCREAMING THEIR PLEASURE TO THE HEAVENS. IT’S HARDCORE MAN, SO CUT IN YOUR BUTTER PROPERLY! ONCE THIS SHIT’S CRUMBLY WITH ALL THE BUTTER, ADD THE SHREDDED APPLE, 2 TBS MILK, APPLESAUCE, CINNAMON, NUTMEG AND CLOVES. STIR GENTLY UNTIL IT FORMS A GORGEOUS-ASS, SOFT, FLUFFY DOUGH.   LIGHTLY DUST FLOUR OVER A SURFACE. WHAT SURFACE? A FLAT ONE, ASSHOLE!   YOU CAN LINE IT WITH WAX PAPER IF YOU’RE ONE OF THOSE WEIRDOS WHO HAVE TEXTURED COUNTERTOPS. THE FLOUR IS SO OUR PRECIOUS DOUGH DOESN’T STICK TO YOUR CHOSEN SURFACE.   KNEAD IT OUT 8-10 TIMES. YES, COUNT IT OUT. THIS SHIT’S LIKE MATH OR POTIONS CLASS. BE SPECIFIC AND DELIBERATE!   NOW PAT IT INTO TWO 6-INCH ROUND CIRCLES, BRUSH THE TOPS WITH SOME MILK, THEN SPRINKLE CINNAMON AND SUGAR ON TOP LIKE YOU’RE DELIVERING POISON TO YOUR ENEMIES. ENOUGH TO BE EFFECTIVE, BUT NOT TOO MUCH SO THAT IT’S SUPER OBVIOUS.   USE A BIG-ASS KNIFE TO CUT THESE BEAUTIFUL MOTHERFUCKERS INTO 6 WEDGES GENTLY DROP-KICK INTO YOUR OVEN AND BAKE FOR 12-15 MINUTES, OR UNTIL BROWNED AND RISEN.   THIS RECIPE MAKES 12 SCONES, SO YOUR FACE BETTER BE HUNGRY!
Good morning, rise and grind, ladies and gentlemen. #work #niceday #sunny ☀

I don’t want to be 
your entire world, no.
I would be happy
just to be your morning coffee,
your hanging car keys,
your wallet.

Something seemingly
insignificant,
but if lost throws off
your entire day.

(Source: lucyquin, via influ3nt1al)

I think for the first time, I’m alright being alone. It took a while, and for a very long time, I was concerned with the emptiness that took over. I’ve just learned to embrace it. If it’s meant to happen, it will. If not, there are plenty of other things I have on my plate right now to worry about. 

I need to stop letting my heart override everything, I need to give my brain a chance too.