Procrastination

internet things.

ccheckov:

rosethevaliant:

kevinology:

this picture pisses me off so fucking much. THIS FUCKING PICTURE OF GOD DAMN COOKIE DOUGH. DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND THAT WHEN YOU BAKE FUCKING COOKIES, THEY SPREAD OUT AND ELONGATE. THESE COOKIES ARE PRACTICALLY TOUCHING EACHOTHER. THIS IS GONNA END UP BEING A DAMN COOKIE CAKE. ARE U SHITTING ME HAVE YOU NEVER BAKED COOKIES BEFORE. YOU CAN NOT BAKE 32 INDIVIDUAL COOKIES ON A PAN MADE FOR 16 MAXIMUM. motherfucker

shit gets real in the baking fandom

i guess you could say they were
baking bad

ccheckov:

rosethevaliant:

kevinology:

this picture pisses me off so fucking much. THIS FUCKING PICTURE OF GOD DAMN COOKIE DOUGH. DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND THAT WHEN YOU BAKE FUCKING COOKIES, THEY SPREAD OUT AND ELONGATE. THESE COOKIES ARE PRACTICALLY TOUCHING EACHOTHER. THIS IS GONNA END UP BEING A DAMN COOKIE CAKE. ARE U SHITTING ME HAVE YOU NEVER BAKED COOKIES BEFORE. YOU CAN NOT BAKE 32 INDIVIDUAL COOKIES ON A PAN MADE FOR 16 MAXIMUM. motherfucker

shit gets real in the baking fandom

i guess you could say they were

baking bad

chanel-pale:

fakinq-glory:

whorchacha:

fakinq-glory:

today was my last day in my creative writing class and my teacher gave everybody a piece of paper to write down a contract and to put it in our wallets. she said she did the same thing when she was younger and every now and then she’d brush by it and remember that she wanted to write. everybody took time to write out what they wanted and I just sat at the back of the class, sitting on the windowsill and I knew there was only one thing to write but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. at the end of the class after everybody left, I went to thank her for the year, and she told me that people should be reading my words for a long time, but they won’t be able to do that if I’m not around to write them. I showed her the blank piece of paper, and she said it was okay not to write anything, and then I wrote this. I learned the power of words in that class, I learned it was okay to vomit up half a dozen notebooks stained with blood and exploded pens because it means you have something to say.

steph you’re all over my dash

literally posted this 2.5 seconds ago wow

this is so amazing

chanel-pale:

fakinq-glory:

whorchacha:

fakinq-glory:

today was my last day in my creative writing class and my teacher gave everybody a piece of paper to write down a contract and to put it in our wallets. she said she did the same thing when she was younger and every now and then she’d brush by it and remember that she wanted to write. everybody took time to write out what they wanted and I just sat at the back of the class, sitting on the windowsill and I knew there was only one thing to write but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. at the end of the class after everybody left, I went to thank her for the year, and she told me that people should be reading my words for a long time, but they won’t be able to do that if I’m not around to write them. I showed her the blank piece of paper, and she said it was okay not to write anything, and then I wrote this. I learned the power of words in that class, I learned it was okay to vomit up half a dozen notebooks stained with blood and exploded pens because it means you have something to say.

steph you’re all over my dash

literally posted this 2.5 seconds ago wow

this is so amazing

“How can a woman be expected to be happy with a man who insists on treating her as if she were a perfectly normal human being.”

– – Oscar Wilde (via theangrytherapist)