Keep your politics to yourself.
Not professional by any means BUT they are Diabetic friendly, keto and gluten free 😍 My dad is a type 2 diabetic and his favorite thing has always been sweets. It makes me so happy to bring him that joy again.
I just wanna be that person people can’t imagine living without
yellow, folded inwards,
glued back to
dust-mangled dirt spurt
along its trodden back.
“don’t forget the kids
to go to work.
going to be late.
People on Tumblr love me and believe in me more than my own damn “family”. Now I understand why I prefer spending my time here than talking with those who I share blood with.
Hope you guys are having a lovely weekend, I’ve been fairly busy with midterms and projects, but please know I’ll always be around and answer your asks when I can xx
So there is a running joke in my family that we had a fourth child called timmy that died horribly somehow, and whenever there is an open ended statement about one of the kids someone will say “we don’t talk about timmy” and pause for a second before continuing with our conversation. Its all aimed at my youngest brother and I’m worried one day that he is going to get us all arrested for the murder of “Timmy”.
10/10 Would recommend.
Thank you, @katnissandpeeta125 for this AMAZING cover art! I love it!
(AU) Peeta is a loving, single father who’s vowed it’ll always be just him and her, but as his daughter gets older, he questions his ability to raise her on his own. A move brings changes and new people into their lives, and the more his daughter raves about her, the more Peeta is unable to contain his curiosity about his daughter’s teacher, the mysterious, seemingly aloof Miss Everdeen, who always seems to be there for his daughter when she’s in trouble.
Sneak Peek of Chapter Six:
“Where did you get that?!” Johanna exclaimed, already putting her grubby paws all over Katniss’s muffins.
Katniss sighed. “I’m willing to share, but do you have to touch them all, Johanna?”
“Sorry, Brainless. I mean, oops, I can’t call you that anymore, right?” Katniss had won the race and for payment, she’d demanded Johanna never call her by that affectionate nickname again.
“So, Kat,” Johanna grudgingly began, “where did you get the basket?”
“It was a gift.” Katniss picked up one of the muffins and surveyed it. It was a hearty-looking one with flecks of orange and drizzled with white icing that appeared to form a design, a starburst licking at the edges of the muffin top. He’d labeled them all for reference; this one was a glazed orange nut muffin. “From, uh, the father of one of my students.”
“From a father?!”
there is a pomegranate tree in
my grandparents’ back garden.
there is nothing as sweet as
the seeds of those pomegranates.
in mythology, bleeding into
art and literature and poetry,
pomegranate seeds are a tether.
persephone consumed six, and
spent half of the rest of her
immortal life in the underworld,
tethered by those six seeds.
i spent six summers with that tree,
claiming its fruits as soon as
my grandfather deemed them ripe.
six summers of a tether,
a thick rope, winding around
my lungs, tighter and tighter with
every pomegranate seed.
we haven’t visited my grandparents
in years now, but tethers can cross
continents, worlds, and realms.
does persephone feel this
ache in her chest
when autumn draws near?
does she taste the sweetness of
the six seeds on her tongue,
tart and sweet and running red,
like oozing blood?
can she leave, if they hurt her,
if the spirits in the underworld
get too loud too fast?
split open this pomegranate for me,
i’ll pick apart the seeds.
make sure not to squeeze too hard.
you’ve gotta be gentle with it,
the sweet red tends to splatter.
My world, my love, my joy, my happiness, my life… I love you always girlie
We usually remember our loved ones fondly once they have passed. Time reminds us of the things we loved about them and lets us forget the arguments and faults.
I would like it if some of my loved ones would hurry up and become a happy memory instead of a current rascist, hateful son of a bitch.