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swordfish-21 · 9 months
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foodshowxyz · 28 days
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Hi friends.
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This delicious prosciutto, fresh burrata and grilled peach slices on toasted bread.
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misskaboom · 4 months
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Lyrics from Only You by Matthew Perryman Jones
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groubee · 5 months
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appetite
pairing: incubus!sanji x female reader summary: sanji just can’t help himself, it’s in his nature warnings and contents: 18+ ONLY, DUBCON, vaginal sex, oral sex (f), unprotected sex, somnophilia, creampie, multiple orgasms, praise kink, breeding kink, body worship, maybe a lil angst, and feelings oddly enough, pet names, drugged-like symptoms?? word count: ~3,100 author’s note: happy birthday to me!!!!! celebrating once more by fictionally being taken advantage of by a fictional man :) also i’m just getting into animanga op so i’m most familiar with la sanji, but it’s au anyway sooooo ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
! PLEASE READ AND HEED THE WARNINGS !
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     “not feeling well again, sweetheart?”
     keeping on her path to the small table they used for dining, she nodded sanji’s way before collapsing onto the bench. it was an instant relief just being seated and still, the sludge sloshing around in her brain settled if only for a moment.
     “you look horrible.”
     her eyes ached to even roll them in zoro’s direction, the tinny clanging of a spoon against the inside of a mug echoing back and forth between her ears.
     “i think my sea legs don’t fit right…”
     just as her tongue lazily went limp in her mouth again, steam slid into her line of view, a warm smile greeting her when she followed the arm extended out up to sanji’s beaming face.
     “what fine legs they are, though,” he chirped, making sure to punctuate it with a wink.
     “thank you, sanji.”
     if it wasn’t for the soothingly hot cup of tea the cook had ready for her each morning, she wasn’t sure she’d make it out of bed. not for anything less than the herbally, fruity mixture and the almost instantaneous way it calmed her stomach and cleared the fog in her mind.
     “mm,” she hummed, “you should sell this stuff. might really help someone else.”
     sparing her only a quick glance, sanji continued slicing into the loaf of bread he’d made the night prior. “ah, i don’t know, sweetheart… different things work for different people.”
     “well, this thing definitely works for me.”
     “feeling better already, then?”
     swallowing another sip, she beamed, “much.”
     the blond’s grin was half hidden behind his bangs, head hanging low to keep from exposing the flush to his cheeks. “nothing could please me more, sweetheart.”
     “yeah, i’m gonna need something stronger than this to get through another ‘sweetheart.’”
     she couldn’t tell exactly what was in the swordsman’s cup, but she knew better than to think he was referring to the caffeine levels in his morning drink.
     “you’re more than welcome to spend your few waking hours some place else than my kitchen then, mosshead.”
     “not your kitchen.”
     “i don’t see anyone else in here slavin’ over a hot stove from sun up to sun down.” if his attention wasn’t focused in on the width of each slice before him, sanji might’ve had half a mind to aim the bread knife straight into the wall next to a mop of green.
     “whatever, waiter.”
     a shadow fell across her for a moment as zoro stood and made his way out of the room.
     “finally, some company i can appreciate,” sanji gushed, putting aside the bread to begin on what appeared to be a batter of some sort.
     “one day you two will kiss and make nice.”
     the stern furrow to his brows and still of his hands was enough to pull a laugh from her chest, rim of her mug muffling it as she went for another sip.
     “kidding,” she smiled sheepishly, “sort of...”
     sanji went back to busying himself with the bowl in his hands, a bead of sweat rolling down the back of his neck at the sound of her finishing off her tea. “teas are helping?”
     “mhm.”
     his eyes followed her subtly, head not turning from its downcast position to watch her pad over to the sink and rinse out her mug.
     “i thought i’d be used to being at sea by now, but...” she trailed off, coming to stand on the opposite side of the island to him, arms folded on the surface. “it’s weird, though, because i feel like i wasn’t getting sick like this at first. didn’t start until a week or so in.”
     “that is weird,” he nodded, wiping his brow with the back of his hand.
     “i really appreciate you and that little concoction you put together for me, sanji. it’s helped so much.”
     blue met her through the curtain of his bangs, a wide grin spreading across his face. “hearing my name fall from your beautiful lips is thanks enough.”
     there was another flip to her stomach, identical to the one she woke up with every morning, easy to shrug off in the company of the man before her. if it wasn’t comments to bring a rush of warmth up to her face, it was his presence alone. tall and broad, corded muscles expertly wrapped in whatever button down he had on for the day. fitted slacks doing hardly anything to conceal the strength within his legs.
     and he knew it, too, letting her know he noticed her gaze drifting to his hands without saying a word. she could tell he was onto her from the way a smirk cut into his cheek, dotting a dimple in the end of it.
     “w-what’re you making anyway?”
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     just as always, once she had her tea and a good helping of breakfast, the day went as easy as possible with a crew like theirs. bickering and whines for food, boisterous shenanigans from somewhere far enough away from her to not worry too much about. all culminating to a pleasant ache in her muscles, drawing her to the comforts of her bed, crying in relief once she was nestled in the sheets.
     a lingering scent of smoke clung to the fabric, probably sucked from the fibers of her clothes that trapped it simply by passing the cook as he milled about with a cigarette hanging off his lips. it was so strong, though, begging for her to pull the edge of her blanket up to her nose. if sanji ever found out about her nightly ritual, she’d surely never hear the end of it. but alone, in the safety of her little piece of the ship, she allowed herself to indulge in the fragrance of stale smoke, smiling into the sheet as the gentle rock of the ocean lulled her into oblivion.
     how exactly that turned into the fog in her mind every morning, she wasn’t sure.
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     her first thought upon her eyes opening was that something was wrong.
     the beam overhead was tilted, blurry as she tried to blink away the haze coating her lids. there was still a weight in her chest, last tendrils of sleep clinging onto her limbs for dear life, snapped apart by whatever had woken her up to begin with.
     which she still couldn’t exactly place.
     her head lolled to the side... or maybe it had been turned and was now back facing upright as the beam straightened out and suddenly her hearing on one side wasn’t muffled anymore. a warmth was pooling out from her core, causing a tightness in her stomach as she blinked a few more times.
     “mm...”
     the hum echoed, a shift of sheets rustling from the same direction as it drawing her attention.
     vision still not focusing in just right, she relied on her other senses, becoming more and more aware of the weight at the end of her bed. something squeezed into the meat of her thighs, pulling her hips down the mattress just enough to have her heart skip for a moment. her hand itched to reach down, try to feel for whatever was holding onto her, but her limbs were too heavy, trembling when she attempted to raise them.
     “wha-”
     even her voice was weak, thick from sleep and... something else.
     “’s alright, love.”
     that had her brows cinching with what little control her muscles had, head barely lifting off the pillow before it collapsed back. a sense of calm and familiarity was lingering in her chest, just barely overpowered by the steadily growing panic as more and more of her nerves came to life. starting at her toes where they pressed into something warm and solid, tingling up through her calves and knees, the palms of her hands rubbing over her sheets to feel the worn cotton under them.
     another hum sounded from the same place as before, something tickling the skin of her inner thighs as it started to wake from the numbness that coated it.
     “ah!”
     her back went to bow at the sudden prick of pleasure burning hotter than the simple warmth she’d woken up with. she felt her knees tremble, instinctively drawing together, stopped by a solid mass between them.
     “there she is...”
     it was like hot wax rolling off the crown of her head, cascading onto the bed beneath it, her brows furrowing once more.
     “s-sanji?”
     “sweet girl...” his words were coated in lust, lips smacking together from the wetness that clung to them.
     it made that tug in her stomach tighten, worse when he went back between her thighs, tongue finding her most sensitive point with ease and precision.
     straining her neck, she attempted to lift her head again, gaze falling on the halo of blond nestled into her center. a thick whine spilled past her lips as she fell back on the pillow again, feeling her eyes beginning to smart with tears. of confusion, of fatigue, of bliss as it singed through her body.
     a wet smack bounced off the walls, bed shifting beneath her, shadow creeping up her form.
     “here, sweetheart,” sanji breathed, cradling her head with one hand and propping up pillows with the other. “better?”
     the added height allowed her to see him sink down her body easier, a shiver running up the length of her spine at the sight of his chin glistening in the scant moonlight. her lips went slack, hooded eyes zeroed in on his as he held her gaze until his lips were wrapped around her bud once more.
     sanji’s left hand gripped and tugged at her thigh, letting a direct beam of light flash across his face and reveal the thin dusting of red that ran from the tip of one ear, across the tops of his cheeks and nose, all the way to the other. he practically glowed, eyes shining with mirth and pleasure, tongue pointing at the tip between his lips to softly flick over her bud.
     “sanji! i-i don’t… why-”
     his breath was hot as he exhaled through his nose along her mound, seeking out her hand with his to entwine their fingers.
     it was pointless. trying to fight against the weight of her own limbs, the hold of his, the pull in her core that got stronger with each pass of his tongue. perhaps she was dreaming… that had to be it. the drowsiness, the vignette at the edges of her vision, the air of normalcy in sanji’s movements.
     “mm, yes, sweetheart…” he’d felt the telltale squeeze of her hand, the silky flesh around his mouth beginning to twitch. “good.”
     the simple word coupled with the return of his lips to hers had her muscles going tight, a soft moan vibrating up her throat once relief and warmth began rushing through her veins. sanji held her while she trembled, sucking at her bud to draw out every last second of her climax, unable to stop his hips from grinding down into the mattress at her dainty little whines and cries.
     looking up the length of her body, he grinned at her heaving chest, still covered with her thin sleep shirt, fabric barely doing anything to keep the stiff peaks of her nipples at bay. his chin was drenched in her, enough slick and spit to drip off the end of it and onto the sheets below. pulling back caused a rush of cool air to hit the skin there, lips slippery as they spread into a grin.
     “oh, mon amour,” he singsonged, peppering kisses along the inside of her thigh, up until he reached her knee. “how are you feeling? still with me?”
     her mouth smacked together a few times before she could find her voice just as the ends of his hair began ghosting over her stomach. “i feel... funny.”
     sanji laughed against her, the small hairs along his jaw scraping along her sticky skin, causing it to jerk under his touch. “you always say that...”
     the words went in one ear and out the other, her mind too scrambled trying to process what had just happened and catch up to the seemingly never-ending trail of his lips up her stomach, his fingers pushed under her shirt to guide it up.
     “m-make me lightheaded, love,” he panted into her newly-exposed chest, rubbing his cheek against the flesh of her breast, shuddering enough to shake the bed. “so beautiful.”
     “s-sanji...”
     “oh, you can’t say my name like that,” he groaned, “not with such works of art within my grasp.”
     their fingers still linked, she went to lift them, trying to pry them apart much to his displeasure based on the pout he fixed her with.
     “just...” staring at him, she brought her hand to his cheek, feeling along the apple of it and along the bridge of his nose to try and gauge how real anything was. “you’re... am i... awake?”
     “oh, sweetheart,” he chuckled, turning his face to plant a kiss against her palm. “do you want to be awake?”
     the question effectively stupefied her once more, corners of her mouth lifting up into a lazy smile, a small giggle leaving her. partly from delirium, partly from the tickle of his stubble grazing her sensitive skin. if she wasn’t awake, what a dream to invade her evening. and if she was...
     “stay with me long enough for this,” sanji sighed, finally moving up from her breasts to peck her jaw, watch as her eyes focused back in as best they could at the press of him between her legs. “you’re always so responsive for me.”
     a lilted hum vibrated against his lips, her confusion wiped away once he lined himself up and pushed forward just enough to have her eyes shooting open nearly as wide as her mouth.
     “a-ah, sanji!”
     “so warm, my love. i can’t- can’t...”
     her squeak when he thrusted all the way in was high and broken, the hand that had cradled his face fell to his shoulder, digging into his skin until he felt the sting of her nails.
     “it’ll feel so good, i promise,” he groaned, trying to prove his point to her by setting a steady rhythm. “you love it.”
     she definitely did, already beginning to keen under him, feeling wave after wave of heat pouring through her from the achy pleasure his cock dug out of her and the overwhelming sensation of being trapped beneath that powerful torso of his. the cage of his toned arms as he adjusted, lifting up onto his hands to find that angle he loved to search for, finding it once her knees were up at his sides, feet hooked around his waist.
     “yes, yes, sanji...”
     the way his name trailed off of her tongue and into a mewl had his nose tingling with the rush of blood, ready to explode out of him from the rush of it all. “so responsive tonight,” he purred, dropping his weight down onto his elbows, then further, arms snaking around her shoulders and waist. “must be time, hm?”
     sanji watched the way her eyes rolled back, lashes fluttering and pushing out a tear in the process. it rolled down her temple, lost in the darkness as the liquid seeping out of his tip slowly but surely began melting her senses into nothing but pleasure sensors.
     “imagine,” he strained, spine going rigid at the clench of her walls. “after all these weeks... it finally takes.” the only response he received was a moan bubbling up from her chest, his own pressed to it tightly now that he was almost certain this time was different. “you’ll be so surprised, won’t you? oh, mon amour, how will i explain?”
     the slap of skin began echoing, hitting the solid wood walls surrounding them, his knees sliding up to push his thighs against her ass, driving him deeper. she babbled, slowly losing her sense of the world around her and only aware of the mass of flesh and muscle above her, inside her, holding onto her for dear life as she writhed with each thrust.
     “so soft,” he marveled, squeezing at every piece of her he could reach without letting his hands stray too far to hold onto. “look so beautiful, i’m sure of it. so beautiful now... but once you’re... how will i keep my hands off of you, darling?”
     the sound of his voice was muffled, shaky from the way he rocked into her body, hopelessly lost at sea despite the otherwise calm night.
     “do you love me?” sanji croaked, unable to stop himself from pounding down into her even though he knew it was the cause of her hazy, nearly unresponsive state. “can you love me?”
     “y-yes,” she whispered, finding the strength to meet his gaze no matter how hard her eyes wanted to roll back into oblivion. his eyes were bright and sparkling with wonder, sweat beaded along his hairline and causing his bangs to cling to his forehead slightly. and suddenly it was so easy. “i love you, sanji.”
     “sweetheart, i- ah, you can’t squeeze me like that just yet...”
     it was against her control, walls seizing around him as he massaged that perfect spot to have her bones shaking, nerves ready to burst. “i’m- sanji!”
     “good, good, my love. just like that.”
     her head fell back, throat exposed and straining to let out the moan that clawed its way up, vise forming around sanji’s cock until he couldn’t take it anymore.
     “shit,” gritted, hips stilling as the first rope shot out of him, stuttering with each succeeding one. it was heaven more than any other time, the promise of his seed clinging to her insides and finally getting to do just what it was meant to... he had to hold onto her until a squeak left her from the overbearing pinch of his fingertips.
     her eyelids had already gone heavy again when she felt a warm, rough palm at her cheek, gentle digits stroking over her temple to soothe the ragged pound of her heart beneath it.
     “perfect,” sanji asserted, doing everything he could to stay wrapped up in her warmth and savor the moments when she was still there but only just. before the rush of it all finally swept her up and she drifted off into a sleep so heavy it left her delirious and oblivious the following morning. “i hope you meant that, mon amour... because i do love you. more than maybe you’ll think i do in a few weeks’ time. i-i just can’t help it. it’s... part of me, something i must do. and you...” he trailed off to gaze upon her sleepy features and give her flesh one more desperate squeeze. “you’re so wonderful.”
     “ji,” she slurred, unable to form much else with her tongue so heavy.
     “sh, sweetheart, just rest now.” sanji ran his knuckle down the side of her face, index finger tracing along her lips. “you’ll need all of it you can get soon enough.”
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mindblowingscience · 1 month
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The discovery, detailed in the journal Scientific Reports, could pave the way for refined therapeutics to treat appetite disorders faced by cancer patients as well as anorexia and potentially obesity. After exposing mice to vaporized cannabis sativa, researchers used calcium imaging technology, which is similar to a brain MRI, to determine how their brain cells responded. They observed that cannabis activated a set of cells in the hypothalamus when the rodents anticipated and consumed palatable food that were not activated in unexposed mice.
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one-time-i-dreamt · 1 year
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Doja Cat opened a pop-up ice cream parlour and bakery in a local mall. The blackberry flavour was the best.
….Then I lost my appetite after finding out that she made the ice cream from her vag.(?!)😳
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zestrish · 8 months
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love saturday mornings cuz breakfast goes a little something like this
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kevinbroome · 9 months
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Dream fridge.
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vinosities · 2 months
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"Having stepped away from the stove, my understanding of food is far greater. It sounds odd, but when you've been engrossed in cooking, you become, to a certain extent, lost in what you're doing. Seventeen or eighteen hours a day in the kitchen not only stunts your growth socially; it can also stunt your growth in cooking terms. You become blinded. You are just working, working, working. Routine. Standards, standards, standards. Now that I'm no longer under that pressure, I find I can look at a dish, mentally dissect it and see a way of improving it far better than I could then. I can sit down and work things out more easily. I reflect well and am better at simplifying, working out concepts and understanding food.
A young chef has a habit of overworking things and it takes great confidence to believe in your produce and yourself. I have discovered that I didn't need to put that much effort in. For instance, in the old days I would have put a huge amount of effort into designing a Dover sole dish, but now that I'm out of the kitchen, I know that it should be served plain and simple, with only a little bit of lemon juice and perhaps a splash of olive oil. Delicious. I no longer want complicated food. If I decided to cook again tomorrow, I would do uncomplicated dishes. My menu would contain things I like to eat, and if that's whelks with a bit of malt vinegar and white pepper, then that's what I'd do. It might be fresh crab, seasoned nicely, with a bit of olive oil and some hot toast. Or red mullet with sauce vierge—olive oil, lemongrass seeds, tomatoes and basil. {...} The problem with a lot of chefs today is that they don't have a classical foundation. If food is that good, you don't have to do that much to it."
— Marco Pierre White, The Devil in the Kitchen
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Nourishing with a Low Appetite: Primary Edition
Inspired by low appetite & a lifelong complicated relationship with nourishment.
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Sufficiently nourishing is critical to wellness and functioning. It can be hindered by disordered thoughts & habits, brain-body disconnect, and low appetite. This list is meant to help with nourishment and weight care!
Many of these get at efficiency. Aim to get in maximum caloric & nutritional value per bite, since you can't take many. > I am not a professional-- just a struggling ND adult trying to put their Bachelor degree in psychology to good use!
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↖️ Top left: Meal bars
high nutritional concentration, low spoon use
⬆️ Top middle: Fruit & vegetable pouches
hydration & nutrients, enjoyable & sensory-easy format
↗️ Top right: Ready-made microwave meals *
filling & substantial, high nutritional concentration, low spoon use
⬅️ Middle left: Multivitamins
high nutritional concentration
🫵 Middle middle: Fruit popsicles
hydration & nutrients, enjoyable & sensory-easy format
➡️ Middle right: Reminder app
keep on track, combat inattention and interroception
↙️ Bottom left: Eating affirmations
helps make eating feel safe & okay, improve relationship with body & food
⬇️ Bottom middle: Nutrition drink
high nutritional (& caloric) concentration
↘️ Bottom right: Accessible food prep/storage
Keeping food, supplies, & appliances in your "safe space" (e.g. next to your bed) lowered spoon use, helps make eating feel safe & okay
* brands for vegans and vegetarians: Saffron Road, Annie Chun, The Good Bean, Loma Linda Brand, Somos, Fillos, Tasty Bite, Healthy Choice, Marie Callender's
See also: upcoming tummy and digestive care posts, low appetite secondary edition
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rosabeetroot · 6 months
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tomato soup
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Tomato soup:
Sundried tomatoes Cherry tomatoes Onion Garlic Chilli flakes ( don’t put to much in like I did) Oat milk or cream Fresh basil and thyme olive oil
cook the vegetables in oil in the oven for twenty minutes or until charred at 200 degrees, they blend together add oat milk and warm up (this is important -I forgot to)
Bonne appétit my loves
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rizzmargiela · 11 months
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sky-ellington · 3 months
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"Appetite"--a haiku
Ate desperation;
Sustained my life with death.
Bliss now hurts my teeth.
~Sky Ellington
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omegaremix · 7 days
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Omega Radio for March 11, 2017; #134.
Blanck Mass “Please”
Modern Witch “Cinema”
Bary Center “Dead Savant”
Gainstage “Light Change”
White Pee “God’s Snow Isn’t Dirty”
Hanin Elias “Kraken (Syria)”
Alec Empire “Victims Of Authority”
Red Fetish “The Immortals”
Horrorist “Programmed” (Silent Servant RMX)
Exploded View “No More Parties In The Attic”
Christoph De Babalon “Surreal Mirrors”
Vatican Shadow “Church Of All Images” (Regis RMX)
The Bug & Earth “Don’t Walk These Streets”
unknown artist “ΑΝΑΣΤΕΝΑΡΙΑ” (Vatican Shadow RMX)
Black Spider Clan “Far Behind”
Appetite “Kiss Of Judas”
Gloga “Indra”
Orphan Swords “Dantalion”
Late (Spring) deluxe industrial, electronics, and darkness set. First broadcast to ever air an unknown artist.
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mindblowingscience · 10 months
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Many of the food images are uploaded to sell specific foods. The idea is that the images on Facebook or Instagram will make us yearn for a McDonald's burger, for example. In other words, the image awakens our hunger.
New research from Aarhus University now shows that the images can actually have the opposite effect. At least if we see pictures of the same product repeatedly.
A number of experiments reveal that we can get a sense of satiety if we see the same image more 30 times. Tjark Andersen, who recently defended his Ph.D. at Department of Food Science at Aarhus University, explains more.
"In our experiments, we showed that when the participants saw the same food picture 30 times, they felt more satiated than before they had seen the picture. The participants who were shown the picture many times also chose a smaller portion than those who had only seen the picture three times, when we subsequently asked about the size of portion they wanted," he says.
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sicklyandboney · 2 months
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can someone like be my obsession so i can get lovesick and loose my appetite :3
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