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The roof is not my son but I will raise it

the-last-punbender:

chromolume:

so imagine you’re making ratatouille and you don’t like tomatoes. you don’t like the taste, the texture, the putting them in the water and the peeling them - eugh! so you say to yourself “lookit, this whole dish is nothing but vegetables, so what does it matter if i leave the tomatoes out?” a seemingly innocuous decision on the surface, but 2 hours or whatever later when you’re done cooking, you open the oven to find a complete mess! just a pot full of baked vegetables, none of them congealed or somehow unified. what happened to your beloved ratatouille? so you take to google and find that actually the tomatoes are an essential ingredient of ratatouille, as they form a “sauce” of a certain kind that makes the whole thing work. and so a seemingly innocent decision has destroyed the very foundation of the established order with disturbing ramifications towards the whole. in this essay i will examine how martin luther’s 95 theses lead to protestants being more boring than catholics

This is the opposite of a recipe blog

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105ttt:

Sir that’s my emotional support unrealistic romantic daydream

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fullmetalfisting:

fullmetalfisting:

fullmetalfisting:

Fascinating how in The Great Gatsby, Nick just seems to be along for the fuckin ride. Tom is like “im gonna pick up my mistress and we’re going to all get drunk at the apartment I secretly rent for her” and nick is like “well ok”

Jay is like “hey old sport I know we just met but I want you to invite your cousin over for tea so I can wander over all casual-like and our meeting will seem like a happy accident” and nick is like “sure thing jay. This all seems very normal.”

Jay gets murdered and nick is like “i guess I gotta plan this guy’s funeral” despite that 100% not being his responsibility

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