| The potential miracle of the cookbook was immediately apparent: you
start with a feeling of greed, find a list of rules, assemble a bunch
of ingredients, and then you have something to be greedy about. You
begin with the ache and end with the object, where in most of the life
of appetites—courtship, marriage—you start with the object and end with
the ache.
-the new yorker
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| I should prolly start studying for real. |
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| I'm in need of a friend
I've always been the one calling/starting conversations/initiating meet ups, but I've only just begun to notice how, maybe no one needs me or even wants me in their lives.
It took me seven fucking teen years to realise. This is not remotely sane is it?
Its tragic because lately, I don't even know who to call anymore ):
To you, I thought we were made for life. I don't desire to be wanted, just some love will be nice.
To you all, you're all so happy with your small talk about people I don't even know, parts of your lives you've kept me out from, maybe what's lost really is gone for good. |
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the holidays started on monday and its been lazy and somewhat fun :)
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| You're right there on top of the people I wanna spend time with list but I'm at the bottom of yours.
UGH I give up.
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I've been frantically searching for my very nice huge rose clip/brooch the past hour but its really missing ):
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