La Casa Del Portuale, Napoli, Italy.

morninge beauté routine

if my tumblr gets deleted you can also follow me on my other forms of social media:

- digging a grave and whispering my name to the worms

- finding a bear in the forest and challenging it to a game of chess

- launching yourself into the stratosphere and vividly hallucinating my content

- the helpless feeling in your chest when you think of death

staff You are recommending that I follow a nazi blog I blocked last night. Your site promotes anti-semitism to Jews. Your site shoves Nazi Swastikas in the faces of Jews. It’s bad enough that the Nazi blogs seem to be sprouting up like weeds on a site that claims to have an anti-hate policy, but to actively promote them to people who have taken the steps of blocking these blogs is beyond the pale. Clean this place up. It’s turning into Stormfront. I encourage everyone who sees this post, Jewish or otherwise, to reblog it. Tumblr has been ignoring the growth of Nazism on this site for too long. It needs to end.

I’VE MADE A HUGE MISTAKE

WE BOUGHT A HOUSE

THERE IS SO MUCH TO DO

I FREAKING HATE DOING THINGS

update: we are going to sell this house

Actually tumblr all my content is sensitive I have a lot of feelings

I’ve started a fundraiser to stock my local food pantry with some amazing spices from Penzeys and I’m hoping you can help me.  You can donate as little as $2 to be a part of helping make the world a bit more tasty.

For personal reasons this hits home to me on two fronts and because I am asking you to donate to me personally and not a verified NPO or business,  I will open up and share those with you.

1.  I’ve never liked food.  I have struggled with my relationship to eating for 38 years.  It has only been in the past 2-3 years that I started actively cooking and trying to be more connected to what I eat in the hopes that the whole process will become easier.  Learning how and when to spice things is a constant uphill battle for me, but it’s one that is helping me tremendously in finding a more equal balance with food.

2.  I’ve been poor.  Food stamp poor.  Free lunch poor.  WIC poor.  And food pantry poor.  Not just as a child but again as an adult.  Being beholden to the kindness of strangers to provide meals for me, depending on a government determined to shame me, fighting against instinct to shun help and be unhealthy instead - these are demons I have fought and these are demons that can come back at any time.  I want to do something to add a bit of dignity to our local food pantry.  I want to show anyone who walks through that door that food can be fun.  Everyone deserves access not just to food, but to food that makes them feel good.

So I’m raising the money to buy enough jars of 7 different spices so that everyone who walks into my local food pantry* can have access to what spices can do to cooking.  50-60 families walk through the doors of this pantry each time they are open, so I’m asking for 50 of each spice.  With your donations I can buy in bulk from Penzeys and help make the next visit to the pantry a little tastier.

Please consider not just donating but sharing this to your networks as well.  You are my village, but your own villages are even bigger.  Please share, share, share.

*The pantry I’m donating to is run out of a Columbus East High School and is available for an hour just to students before the general public.

he say he will step upon the face of your sadness with his mighté paws

cousin bartók lowering his paw to crüshe all sadness out of existence

sadness vanquished

My beautiful friend sent me this for my sads. 😻💜