only the first step of my first try at making a bûche de noël but I'm feeling incredibly smug about this

the fact that i can create this with nothing but a whisk and the power of generational trauma does make me feel like I'm maybe better than everyone

what do we reckon, religious awakening or medical necessity?

It's like a builder having a bunch of mixed waste fill being annoyed at people complaining when he makes the walls with it and so decides to instead use it for the foundation since "no one will see it".

i dont care about visibly aging but i lie awake at night haunted by the fear that one day someone will squeeze my tit and pop one of my hidradenitis lumps

dying of a heart attack cause i wont stop drinking Gatorade For Weebs™️

hell yeah!

log off, Hillary

what kinda lizard?

independence doesn't mean letting any old shit get published and having something this fucking dumb published under your header undermines every article it sits next to