like sometimes you just have to toast yesterday’s bread put some sicilian tomatoes and a fuckton of mozzarella and oregano on it and call it a day
sorry. sorry it’s pissing me the fuck off that people are assuming i didn’t put olive oil on this. you think im putting unseasoned tomatoes on my bruschetta. do you genuinely think i didn’t pour oil on that toasted bread the moment it came off the pan. of course i added fucking olive oil and salt and stuff like who the fuck do you think i am do you think i was raised by fucking wolves. i didn’t mention it because it’s obvious. automatic. implicit. did i add olive oil. did i. i’ll tell you more actually not only did i add olive oil but my olive oil is extra super virgin in a way your oil will never be because it comes directly from my olives. you cunts
the most important thing they don’t tell you about being gay is that as soon as you have any creative control over your appearance you will start dressing like one or more of the muppets
yall hate wolverine origins but “your country needs you” “im canadian (drives away)” is the greatest moment in cinematic history
Every time i see this post i remember seeing the movie in the theater with my dad. After the first line he really loudly whispered to himself “he’s CANADIAN” in indignation and then when logan said the same thing immediately he gave what i can only call a scoff of approval
Hi, these bees are babies! They’re not clumsy at all, this is what is called orientation flights. After birth and before beginning their careers as foragers (as all Honey bees cycle through all the jobs in the Hive throughout their lifespan), Honey bees take short flights back and forth, to and from the Hive, to orient themselves with their wings and their home so they can learn its location and how to get back home after foraging! Everyone has to learn, these are just smol little baby turkeys. Bees use the angle of the sun for location so adults have a better and more direct sense of location than any human
The weirdest instance of “getting my wires crossed” I’ve ever experienced: I had a piece of candy at my desk. My intention was to simultaneously eat the candy and start a brief work task. I put the candy in my mouth and felt a surge of alarm as I was convinced, for a fraction of a second, that I had somehow eaten the task I was about to start.
Why do I so rarely see anyone talk about this kind of thing though, is it not universal
“You express so little anxiety about my being murdered under Ash Park Copse by Mrs Hulbert’s servant, that I have a great mind not to tell you whether I was or not”
— Jane Austen in letter to her sister Cassandra. (January 9th 1799)
Leo this is a banger post but judging by some of these tags people think middle age is late 20s-
this post is for the middle age sluts the geriactric sluts the sluts whose hair is greying, joints poppin and their face is wrinkling leave your young 20-30 somethings out of this
