robert crumb
robert crumb
for real, though, why do recipes consistently tell you to use less herbs and spices in than you should. fuck your “two cloves of garlic,” fuck your “half teaspoon of cinnamon,” and you can absolutely go to hell with your “dash of black pepper”
I’m pretty sure that the only time I’ve ever actually managed to overseason food was when working with balsamic vinegar, which is the most overpowering motherfucker of a sauce known to man
i appreciate the energy and anger in this post, which is righteous and just
A friend once tried to replicate my burrito bowl recipe from the same online link I used and was upset it didn’t come out as flavorful, so I had to tell him to imagine that every online recipe is written by a midwestern white lady who thinks ketchup is spicy and adjust the spices accordingly. He nailed those burrito bowls next time.
“imagine that every online recipe is written by a midwestern white lady who thinks ketchup is spicy and adjust the spices accordingly“
The End of the F***ing World (2017)
“Ice Cave” by Georgia O’Keeffe and a photograph of an ice cave.
yeah Georgia? that’s an ice cave ? that’s a god damn ice cave? that’s the only thing you intended to paint? that’s it? just an ice cave?
I need to dance in a pretty lingerie listening to obscure French music. Aphrodite wants it. Sorry I don’t make the rules.
It’s so healing to wake up in a silent house and silently make your own coffee or tea and enjoy the beautifully intricate fullness of the morning silence while remaining calm and collected and unbothered by all outer and inner noise and it’s so low-key elevating and pacifying to rejoice in the silent atmosphere of your own house and just silently block the rest of the world…it’s a slice of heaven
Hermitage Museum in St. Petersburg, Russia
where does the urge to sleep 24 hours a day come from
the fact that lights don’t start flickering ominously and short-circuiting whenever i’m upset is maximally unsexy and not at all excellent if you ask me
Detail; Aurora and Cephalus, 1769, by François Boucher (French, 1703 - 1770).
Literally just romanticize your own life. What’s stopping you. Who will care. Commit to enjoying things.
do you ever see a picture of someone with a body like yours and you’re momentarily comforted like they look pretty good…i probably look good too
which is why fat representation is so so important
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