esotericallyarcane asked: Eloquent and Compassionate. :)
why thank you!
why thank you!
*_* so right, except for the Wiccan part, I’m Pagan 8D
woah. actually. thats pretty spot on, especially the grouchy bit when i am sleepy or uncomfortable. i get really inwards and dont want to be bothered and if someone does bother me i can be a bit GRR. e_e; Id love to be your IRL friend, but I have a sneaking suspicion you live forever away from me.
Ni mas ni menos,
only time i have a thigh gap is when im using my legs to hold snacks
this is a good post
what have i done
check it out. really chuffed to have found a goth men’s fashion blog. there seem to be ten thousand goth girl blogs, but very few for all of us spooky men folk.
fucknofiretruck said, in response to the photos of the delicious-looking s’mores: Never had them, what am I missing. ?
Darling, you’ve never had s’mores?! You’ve never experienced the gooey pleasure of a toasted marshmallow (crisp burnt caramel on the outside, sticky melted fluff on the inside), stacked on a melting piece of chocolate, and layered between two graham crackers? I will admit, part of my fondness for s’mores is because to make them properly, you need to toast the marshmallow, which involves fire. (In the Great Marshmallow Toasting Debate, I obviously side with the set the marshmallow on fire faction. Flaming balls of sugar on a stick! What’s not to love?)
I think s’mores are one of those weird traditional American childhood desserts. The RealHusband (who is from the UK) is baffled by my fondness of them. He is also a little wary of any food product that involves me playing with flaming balls of sugar on a stick, because apparently I get really excited about playing with fire. To which I give my standard disclaimer: I have never accidentally set anyone or anything on fire, I am perfectly trustworthy.