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honeyyedtea · 7 months
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do me a solid and just reblog this saying what time it is where you are and what you’re thinking about in the tags.
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MOTHERS by nikki giovanni [ID in ALT]
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honeyyedtea · 1 year
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Cooking with your friends is a balm for the soul it doesn't matter how simple the dish tastes it's delicious because you chopped garlic while your friend was chopping peppers in her kitchen and you talked and laughed and all was well
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honeyyedtea · 1 year
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honeyyedtea · 2 years
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by  galyuskasss
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honeyyedtea · 2 years
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honeyyedtea · 2 years
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via @emmachamberlain
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honeyyedtea · 2 years
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Anthony Bourdain (sexiest thing you can do on a date)...
“...you learn a lot about someone when you share a meal together. If your date makes the experience uptight and restrictive, well, the sex is going to be horrible too. ...I don't have much patience for people who are self-conscious about the act of eating, and it irritates me when someone denies themselves the pleasure of a bloody hunk of steak or a pungent French cheese because of some outdated nonsense about what's appropriate or attractive. Stop worrying about how your breath's going to smell, whether there's beurre blanc on your face, or whether ordering the braised pork belly will make you look fat. Eating with abandon couldn't be more of a turn-on: it shows that you're comfortable with yourself.
A perfect date is with a person who eats without fear, prejudice, or concerns about his or her appearance. I remember one of my first dates with my wife (Ottavia): She ordered a six-pound lobster. I sat there, enraptured, watching her suck every bit of meat from it—she got a standing ovation from the floor staff. She's the kind of woman who will order filet mignon as an appetizer followed by a T-bone steak. Her fearless, open-minded approach to food is completely alluring. For a dinner date, I eat light all day to save room, then I go all in: I choose this meal and this order, and I choose you, the person across from me, to share it with. There's a beautiful intimacy in a meal like that. It's about exploration and taste. And kissing after dinner. And maybe there's a little wine and curry on your breath... and that's nice.”
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honeyyedtea · 2 years
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honeyyedtea · 2 years
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Ada Limón, from “The Hurting Kind,” in The Hurting Kind
[text ID: Before my grandfather died, I asked him what sort / of horse he had growing up. He said, / Just a horse. My horse, with such a tenderness it / rubbed the bones in the ribs all wrong. / I have always been too sensitive, a weeper / from a long line of weepers. / I am the hurting kind. I keep searching for proof.]
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honeyyedtea · 2 years
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Fariha Róisín, How to Cure a Ghost
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bella michlo
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