i’m part of a generation that can send “snap chats” but couldn’t dehull buckwheat if their life depended on it 😒☕️🐸😪
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I bought this old af cookbook (circa 1902) from a garage sale. I can only look at it for maybe 5 minutes at a time because the smell of it gives me a migraine (it’s not moldy or anything, it’s just hella dusty).
At first this measurements conversion chart seemed pretty normal, but it just gets weirder as it goes on. I have yet to find the recipe that requires 150 pounds of potatoes.
The next page tells you have fast humans digest food, in case anyone wanted to know.
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I have tinder but all i do is pretend i work for vice and ask people which family guy character they find sexiest
if you keep living like this you will get kidnapped by vice and you’ll be forced to write thinkpieces about peter griffin’s cock girth eternally
Do you ever read a sentence that you just completely black out of you mind like you know there are words there but you’re brain refuses to read them
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u ever wear fingerless gloves and hold a hot drink and immediately feel like a 1900s victorian urchin taking a break from pickpocketing to gratefully accept a meal from the soup kitchen
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- me a lesbian: haha lesbians get married so fast!
- the ghost of Virginia Woolf that lives in my head: because of the epidemic of lesbian separatism women who find an earnest connection with one another may seem to an outsider "moving too fast" when in fact they are so euphoric about making a connection that they funnel more love in passion into a month than straight relationships plug into a year
- me: I'm literally smoking a joint can you let me fucking live







