I made Mendl’s Courtesan au Chocolat from Wes Anderson’s new film the Grand Budapest Hotel because I’m a total nerd.
Here’s the recipe, if you want to try it: http://www.buzzfeed.com/rachelysanders/make-the-pastry-from-the-grand-budapest-hotel
I’m still depressed, but how depressed I am varies, which is good. Much of the time, it’s a comfortable numbness that just makes things feel muted. Other times, I’m standing in the shower or something and I can feel the nothingness hurtling toward me at eight thousand miles per hour and there’s nothing I can really do aside from let it happen and wait until it goes away again.Allie Brosh, Hyperbole and a Half (via 2977miles)
I think everything in life is art. What you do. How you dress. The way you love someone, and how you talk. Your smile and your personality. What you believe in, and all your dreams. The way you drink your tea. How you decorate your home. Or party. Your grocery list. The food you make. How your writing looks. And the way you feel. Life is art.Helena Bonham Carter (via bunny-gal)
We’re all going to hell
this post might be the best thing ive seen on here
Ok someone finally posted all of my favorites. Yes.
You just like the idea of me. You like the person I present myself under circumstances that I can control. I choose what I say and how I say things. It’s like being attracted to a fictional character in a book. They are scripted and made up. If you think about it, through writings, we all script and make ourselves up. I don’t share the person I become when I am upset. I don’t show you how I look like when I sleep. I don’t tell you about all the times I’ve made someone cry. All the guilty things I’ve done and the bad thoughts I’ve had.Han (via bodypartss)
This is how I feel about boys, men, who like me.