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jewlesthemagnificent:

Best part of making baked ziti? I get to sit on my ass and drink a glass of red wine for 30-40 minutes while it bakes.

Only one glass?

jewlesthemagnificent:

While I’m waiting for my baked ziti to come to a temperature slightly under “molten lava”, I need to crowdsource something to do with the 8 million apples currently sitting on my counter, most of which are honeycrisp.

I would make apple sauce or apple butter but I don’t want to have to go through…

Make pies and give them away. Build karma.

did-you-kno:

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Because math is awesomeness . Dammit.!

did-you-kno:

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Because math is awesomeness . Dammit.!

did-you-kno:

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She was a badass. B-A-D-A-S-S.

did-you-kno:

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She was a badass. B-A-D-A-S-S.

Generally speaking, you’re free until you’re about four years old. And then five arrives, then you go to grammar school and then you start becoming demented and solved and orientated and shoved into areas. You lose what individualism you have. If you have enough, of course, you retain some of it. But most don’t have enough so you become watchers of game shows, you know, and things like that. Then you work the eight-hour job with almost a feeling of goodness. Like you’re doing something. Then you get married, like marriage is a victory, and you have children, like children is a victory. But most things most people do is a total grind: marriage, birth, children. It’s something they have to do because there’s nothing else to do. There’s no glory in it, there’s no steam, there’s no fire. It’s very, very, flat. And the Earth is full of them. Sorry, but that’s the way I see it.
Charles Bukowski (via redcloud)

I like my kid.

Describe Yourself In One Word

monkeyfrog:

subtleelectricfire:

mylifeinthirds:

underwhelmed:

pale

Careless

Aware.

Twitchy.

Survivorofgoodandbad

sarkastickunt:

My period is like a roller coaster.

One day I’m bloated and it hurts to wear pants.

The next I’m so constipated, I can barely squeak out a fart.

Then I have cramps so bad that walking is almost impossible.

Follow that up gas like a mother fucker which quickly escalates to diarrhea so bad I…

God. Blame him.

beyonco:

hi boys who follow me how do I get boys to love me

Ignore them and be yourself. The worthy ones will love the true you.

jewlesthemagnificent:

quoms:

it’s not even windy her hair just does that

This .gifset never fails to satisfy.

I love this woman. Truly. She is amazing!

Caleb and his Thomas the Tank Engine ABC train. Seriously, he did this with no help, and sang along as he built it. I love my son.

Caleb and his Thomas the Tank Engine ABC train. Seriously, he did this with no help, and sang along as he built it. I love my son.