When I Look Into A Microscope, Driscoll, I See Bacteria Swimming, Fighting, Existing, That’s Real.

Precision.

It’s easy to ignore information I don’t need. Near impossible to manifest information I don’t have.

European recipes make me feel like Walter white

American recipes: [3 page story about how their mamaw used to make this for them during the depression] so you’re gonna smack a stick of butter in there and then put a cup or two of flour until you feel like it’s dry enough. Be generous with the sugar. You’ll know when. Get a healthy amount of molasses and an egg in there and then mix up with your hands until it’s nice and crumbly. If you’re feeling fruity you can add vanilla extract here if you’re tough like they are where I come from cornmeal will do. Add water to taste and texture. If you’ve struck big it can be milk. Put in cast iron skillet blow it a kiss and bake until golden brown. Let cool until you get tired of smacking a bunch of little hands away from having a taste.

European recipe for essentially the same thing: You. Worm. Get out your little scale. You need 147 grams of flour. no more no less. 133 milliliters of fresh milk. 27 grams of white granulated sugar. If an extra granule ends up in the mixing bowl someone from Brussels will be by to administer the proper regulatory fee in 48 hours. Whisk together for 139 seconds exactly and titrate 3ml extrait de vanille into the bowl using an eye dropper before baking at 231 Celsius for 26 minutes. If you deviate from this in any way the food will be inedible and your fine will double. 

As he untied her hat, her hair fell around her face, framing it like a frame made of hair.

He unwrapped her shoes, and as he unzipped her from her nightgown,

just saw a horny post with vaguely historical terms in it and the weird misuse of those terms is frustrating me beyond belief. your historical sexual fantasies should be well cited from primary and secondary sources you can’t just make this stuff up.

you can literally put this stuff on anything & its good

This is how Prince was created, btw

“Through the purple cloud” - Wonder Stories 1931.

The peach cobbler in question

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They should invent a isolating yourself from everything and everyone that is healthy

But like…why?

Let’s not forget the ending:

He watches his beloved dog die on a pile of shit and then goes and FUCKS EVERYONE UP!

You think Odysseus was Homer's favorite blorbo because of the amount of details he put in his descriptors. I think Odysseus was Homer's favorite blorbo because of the absolute hell he put him through. You cannot convince me that The Odyssey wasn't just someone going buck wild with their favorite oc—because that's exactly what it was.