my aesthetic is cranky, cold, and covered with unknown yet unexciting bruises.
i’m gonna get this tweet tattooed on my face
or, like, at least i’m gonna add it to all my fanfic recs
what the fuck they make canned (jarred) matzo ball soup that’s literally disgusting what the fuck is wrong with some people
if you watch this scene without sound it kinda looks like megan is just being a jerk and not sharing her orange sherbet with a very jealous don
Debbie Harry of Blondie in car, NYC. May 1977.
one of my biggest problems with cutthroat kitchen is that like, a big premise of the show is that the judges don’t know or care or want to know what the sabotages were but then like, if a contestant comes up and is like “TODAY I HAVE PREPARED FOR YOU FROGS LEGS TAQUITOS" (a real thing) the judge is gonna clearly know some shit went down
vegan smoked salmon
why don’t i have food network friends i feel like going to the alton brown live show myself will be even more embarrassing than everything else i do alone.