I Looooove Characters Who Are Sacrificial Lamb Coded. Characters Who Have Never Lived For Themselves.

  “Not All Who Wander”

Recreating scenes with Lego bricks

Pretending to swing a sword 

Planning to rewatch every time I was sick

Until I knew every word

Arguments over who

Was more like Arwen or Eowyn

Finding comfort in knowing you

Almost as much as we knew them

Slowly growing apart,

Moving, lost contact

Still holding you in my heart

My Lord of the Rings book barely intact.

We found SO MANY gluten free options on our trip to New Orleans! There were a ton of options (which seems so rare) and we were able to try so many new things, and I never got sick!

Tried arepas at a place called Maïs Arepas for the first time and they were AMAZING! Mine had beef, a plantain, and mozzarella in it, with plantain chips and rosado sauce to dip them in!

Found a place called The Daily Beet with absolutely amazing açaí bowls, and it was so yummy! I ended up buying a bag of their granola to take home with me! Their oats were certified gluten free :)

Another place, Bons New Orleans Street Food, had gluten free beignets (or calas) that were to die for. They were so good. I also got some Mexican street corn with pork and it was delicious!

The last place we stopped on the way home was a cute little cafe called Bearcat that had gluten free pancakes!

january is one of those months where you experience every feeling on the human spectrum and you just have to go about your day like that isn't happening

Hey I just wanted to say thanks, because idk why this didn't just occur to me, but I've been missing "family" meals, the kind of meals I get to make for people and sit down with people I love since I came out and had to leave my house, and idk why but you posting about having family dinners with your friends where you host them made me realize that like, that's something I can still do. If I don't have the people who will invite me over to eat a meal anymore I can always be the person who invites others over myself and idk, I just wanted to say thanks

this warmed my heart in ways i don’t know how to describe.

family dinner started because i’d get some friends over on tuesdays to watch supernatural prequel the winchesters and i’d make them dinner for their troubles. i was feeding like five people max. but then the show ended and one of my friends got a new job and had to move an hour away so we moved it to the weekend so she could still come.

and then i realized that cooking is actually a form of self care for me (let’s not examine too closely how my self care is still taking care of others, it’s been discussed enough in therapy). so we started inviting other folks. and family dinner went from five people regularly to seven. and then i’d have friends from out of town come and it’d be 15-17. and now it’s not unusual for a dozen people to show up at my house on a saturday night to drink and eat and make merry.

there’s a particular kind of warmth that comes from leaning against the entry to my dining room, glass of wine curled against my chest, seeing so many of the people i love sitting around my table as they laugh and bicker and eat a meal that i used so much love to make. food that i spent hours creating because they gave me the confidence and the desire to learn how to make new things. because the effort it takes for me to make pasta or gnocchi or sauces or broths from scratch is worth it. the hours i will spend standing over a hot stove as i make gumbo or chicken and dumplings or fried everything is worth it. the easy smiles and whiskey-reddened cheeks and raucous laughter and full bellies and warm togetherness is worth the trouble.

it makes me understand the last supper (you know, minus the foreboding of betrayal). there’s a divinity in making a meal to share with those you love.

i’ve yet to find a better way express my devotion than to say, “take this, all of you, and eat of it. for it is my love given up for you.”

because even though the darkness can be chasm-wide and canyon-deep, my love is wider and deeper. it’s the bridge over the consumption of it all.

when people sit at my table and break bread that my hands have tenderly prepared i see the point of it all. loving and be loved in return.

and sometimes that love is stored in poetic words and grand gestures. and sometimes, that love is stored in a stockpot full of soup. but they both accomplish the same thing at the end of the day. warmth and safety and care and devotion.

it’s love. plain and simple and small.

i am not at fault for being soft. you are at fault for being mean.

yeah no you gotta come pick up your man. yeah he’s suffering the mortifying ordeal of being perceived while in front of the hoes.

Weighted blanket is not enough I need someone to do this to me