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flatbear:

cumberbitch-in-a-tardis:

marin-fluently-sarcastic:

counterpunches:

Gordon Ramsay is my favorite.

i just want to hug all of them

Fun story. I cooked for this dude, once. I did my kitchen apprenticeship at the family-style restaurant of one of New Zealand’s premiere chefs, and he knew Ramsay really well. He was in New Zealand for a few weeks, and Martin brought him by the restaurant to check it out. It was right on the beach, fucking gorgeous. I was the only one there (apprentice = bitch work = 4am starting shifts), and they asked me to whip up some breakfast for them. It was SUPER simple, fried fish, eggs cooked in bread, sausages. He was incredibly gracious and kind, asked me to join them (I couldn’t, too much work to do, so they sat at the kitchen window so they could talk to me), and was super interested in hearing about my english grandma, who had taught me how to cook. I won’t hear a single bad word against this man, for all of his kitchen hysterics, he treated me like an equal.

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barrypuppe:

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Painting by Lee Price

Painting by Lee Price

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“One lives in the hope of becoming a memory.”

– Antonio Porchia (via observando)

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It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the sound I heard when I was 9 and my father slammed the front door so hard behind him I swear to god it shook the whole house. For the next 3 years I watched my mother break her teeth on vodka bottles. I think she stopped breathing when he left. I think part of her died. I think he took her heart with him when he walked out. Her chest is empty, just a shattered mess or cracked ribs and depression pills.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s all the blood in the sink. It’s the night that I spent 12 hours in the emergency room waiting to see if my sister was going to be okay, after the boy she loved, told her he didn’t love her anymore. It’s the crying, and the fluorescent lights, and white sneakers and pale faces and shaky breaths and blood. So much blood.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the time that I had to stay up for two days straight with my best friend while she cried and shrieked and threw up on my bedroom floor because her boyfriend fucked his ex. I swear to god she still has tear streaks stained onto her cheeks. I think when you love someone, it never really goes away.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the six weeks we had a substitute in English because our teacher was getting divorced and couldn’t handle getting out of bed. When she came back was smiling. But her hands shook so hard when she held her coffee, you could see that something was broken inside. And sometimes when things break, you can’t fix them. Nothing ever goes back to how it was. I got an A in English that year. I think her head was always spinning too hard to read any essays.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s that I do.

– It’s not that I don’t love you.  (via extrasad)

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greatdepths:

*pets your grunge*

wow, its so soft

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steelbeewithyou:

cerebralzero:

The “Moms Demand Action” anti-gun rights group would have you believe that Kinder Suprise Eggs are banned in the US and are harder to get than a firearm for a child.

While this is obviously a bold faced lie(as with all the propaganda they produce) I decided to test it out.

The procedure for legally buying a Kinder Egg  where I live:

  1. Go to store that sells them
  2. Pay
  3. Kinder Eggs acquired 

The procedure for legally buying the gun pictured above where I live:

  1. Be 21 years old
  2. Pay $200 for training course
  3. Pass training course
  4. Apply for license
  5. Get finger printed 
  6. Get photographed 
  7. Have completely clean background, both criminal and mental
  8. Wait 6 months
  9. Get license
  10. Go to store
  11. Ask to see the gun
  12. They ask for my license
  13. decide to buy gun
  14. Fill background check run through the FBI NICS system
  15. Fill Federal Firearms Form 4473
  16. Wait for everything to clear
  17. Pay
  18. Take gun home 
  19. Lock it in safe to comply with state law

Further proof that “Moms Demand Action” is an organization based on complete lies.

You also happen to be in one of the more strict states. You can be 18 years of age in most other states. I’m sure you know that though.

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whiskeytimes:

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Americana, a beautifully charming snapshot of rural America. Made in the U.S.A.

whiskeytimes.com

Whiskey Times is dedicated to the passion, culture, and elegance of whiskey. Come see our reviews of whiskey, lounge furniture, books and more.

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“We look up at the same stars, and see such different things.”

– George R. R. Martin (via bourbon-please)

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bohogypsygirl:

glimmer twins

bohogypsygirl:

glimmer twins

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waiste:

Of course it is. Thanks @mxci_uk for this beaut! ✌️

waiste:

Of course it is. Thanks @mxci_uk for this beaut! ✌️

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“Once in a while it really hits people that they don’t have to experience the world in the way they have been told to.”

– Alan Keightley (via lilyskinned)

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icanhasguitar:


Willie Nelson and his beloved Trigger

icanhasguitar:

Willie Nelson and his beloved Trigger

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