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I am coming up on a one year anniversary of a family confession that could have spiraled out of control.
So that has been on my mind.
I’m paying off some loans so… that hurts.
I want to quit my job because they are taking advantage of me.
Buhht I don’t have another one yet. I applied to things that would benefit me by benefiting others in need.
I am really anxious about working at a women’s shelter.
I may need to utilize some therapy resources.
I am nearly broke because a local mechanic scammed me when my car started to break down and now they claim that I need to drop 3,000 to fix it.
So I don’t really have a car right now.
I am being politely kicked out of the room I am living in.
But I can barely afford what I live now and I’m getting a “friend” discount.
I am hoping to live with my honey…
If he can get a job up here, doing something he doesn’t want to because he knows I won’t have a place to live because I can’t afford it on my own.
The EBT I cancelled a year ago (because I moved states) claims that I spent a dollar the other day. I may be charged with a 1,500 dollar fine because of it.
I had to walk to pick up my birth control the other day, 20 min. in a storm up hill on a sidewalk that was covered in two feet of snow. Traffic was on my ass so bad I thought I was gonna die.
All I could think to myself: “MUST NOT HAVE BABIES”
I lost a friend and gained two Mother figures.
I throwback and isolate myself like I did in High school but this time, I have no cannabis.
I really don’t like supporting alcohol.
I’m done whimpering now.
Grandma’s a drinka
Remember to be yourself. As cliche as those words are. They’re important not to forget, among a society that seems to continuously encourage conforming to ‘normality’ or doing what everyone else has done. Do what makes you happy and don’t worry if that’s a bit different.
"Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.”
― Robert Frost
#whoareyou #innerchild #trustyourself #free
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I’ll be your sky
You can hide underneath me and come out at night
When I turn jet black and you show off your light
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PUT DOWN THE FUCKING CAN OPENER. Trust me on this shit. Just look at the sugar content in that canned cranberry crap THEN check the serving size. GODDAMN RIGHT?! You and your loved ones deserve better than that red ribbed corn syrup.
HOMEMADE CRANBERRY SAUCE
12 ounces of fresh or frozen whole cranberries (a little over 3 cups)
½ cup water
¼ cup orange juice (use the juice of one orange or straight outta the carton, your call I don’t give a fuck)
3-4 tablespoons brown sugar
1 tablespoon bourbon (optional but I already know how you celebrate holidays)
Take a sharp ass knife and cut a sliver of the skin off the lemon about the size and length of your pointer finger. Just try not to get too much of the white part underneath the yellow skin because that shit can be pretty fucking bitter. Add the lemon zest slice and the rest of the ingredients to a medium saucepan and bring them to a gentle simmer over a medium heat. If you like your sauce a little sweeter, add the extra tablespoon of sugar but this bitch will be nice and tart either way. You will hear the cranberries start to burst which might be fucking confusing but it’s fine. Calm your shit. Maybe sip some of that bourbon. Stir every now and then but you want to keep that motherfucker bubbling until most of berries have burst and the sauce is starting to thicken up, about 10-12 minutes. Pull out the piece of lemon zest and let the sauce cool before serving. It will get thicker as it cools. You can cut some more lemon zest and garnish that motherfucker. Make it look all fancy and shit. Your guests will be like “Damn. You see that zest?”
Serves 4-6 as a sauce. Put it on whateverthefuck you want.