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“The Little Prince” fan fiction. I don’t care what everyone else says I am a fan.
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Foodstuff of the Day: LuxiRare’s “Lollipop-Pie” offers a bite-sized solution to our pastry picking problem.
Luxi explains:
I want a couple of bites, and I want to be done with it. I want to pop open my bag when I’m hungry and taste a little sweetness. I don’t want commitment. I want to be promiscuous with my food. […]
Rotating flavors. Grab and go. In and out. Blackberry, pumpkin, apple, banana…my favorites. You see I am very slutty about my food.
Process shots + more info can be found here.
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Foodstuff of the Day: LuxiRare’s “Lollipop-Pie” offers a bite-sized solution to our pastry picking problem.
Luxi explains:
I want a couple of bites, and I want to be done with it. I want to pop open my bag when I’m hungry and taste a little sweetness. I don’t want commitment. I want to be promiscuous with my food. […]
Rotating flavors. Grab and go. In and out. Blackberry, pumpkin, apple, banana…my favorites. You see I am very slutty about my food.
Process shots + more info can be found here.
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“I’d Rather Dance with You” - Kings of Convenience
…and I would rather eat cheese.
“…because the music that they constantly play, it says nothing to me about my life.”
Today I trudged to work in the rain. I spent a total of eight hours in an office drowning in Broadway show merchandise, perusing social networking websites and harassing my boyfriend in an instant message. At noon, as I was deciding which trashy gossip site to visit next I was asked to deliver Cuban cigars to the heads of some fellow production companies. I handed off the last box to the last cheery secretary at 2:15pm and I trudged back to work. I ate a sandwich at 2:30pm. Turkey and avocado. When 5:57pm rolled around I packed my belongings, shut down my computer, and pushed past the various strollers, lost tourists, wide eyed school children, sad eyed corporate employees, and wet dogs to the train station. I entered and made my way through the same crowd I encountered above ground to the R train. I rode all 28 blocks facing the sweaty arm pit of a large Russian man. When I got off at my stop at 6:30pm I remained trapped behind what I am convinced was a group comprised of every elderly Asian woman in New York City carrying giant plastic bags and a leaning on canes (maybe there was a convention?). As I emerged from this hell mouth not unlike the way I emerged from my mother’s womb: sweaty and confused but thankfully not naked, I was hit with the sweet stench of moldy produce and dog shit. At 6:48pm my keys fell on the floor and at 6:49pm they fell on the floor again. At 6:55pm I hit the showers. At 7:05pm I realized it could actually be worse, three seconds later I resolved that tomorrow is another day and 15 seconds after that I banged my toe on my dresser…really hard.
(via thismightsuck)
Cat and Bird. Not impressed? You should be!
Shiiit, fuck Skittles. I want to taste THAT rainbow. Hmm. I didn’t mean for that to sound sexual but that does sound like something an old dirty hobo would say to a girl dressed like a (slutty) Rainbow Bright on Halloween.Magical Rainbow Tower Of Dreams
Ten layers of multi-coloured chocolate chip sponge cake, each separated with a layer of icing.
(submitted by Naomi Rose, Thomas Steer, David White)
Why do I have tub of ice you ask? I say mind yo bidness and move on sucka.
the rut.Didn’t see that one coming. Secret rendezvous with Misty? With Pikachu? Guess anything goes in the Pokemon world.
(via savethekitties)
Yup.