@kaikatsuna-yane I love you pour into pan ❤cute things to call your girlfriend:
1. sugar
2. honey
3. flour
4. egg
5. 1/2lb butter
6. stir
7. pour into pan
8. preheat to 375°
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@kaikatsuna-yane I love you pour into pan ❤cute things to call your girlfriend:
1. sugar
2. honey
3. flour
4. egg
5. 1/2lb butter
6. stir
7. pour into pan
8. preheat to 375°
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Smiling for @kaikatsuna-yane
Downtown with the fam.
but now my insides dissolved you and you became the toxins in my body.
My hand trembles and my body feels sore, I ache and shiver, laughing histerically. Just thinking of the matter of fact that you don’t need me anymore. For I was a mere page in your book of life and you so happened to be the last chapter.
My grandmother recently passed on, and boy… was she a funny lady. She was known far and wide for her candor and lack of filter. One of the running jokes in our family was when we had to talk to Grandma about the DNR order; whether she would like to be resuscitated when the time came or whether she would like to be let go. After thinking for a little while she said “I’d like you to try three times. If it doesn’t stick, then let me go.” Grandma probably didn’t anticipate for this to be worthy life advice. But it applies in all areas of our lives. You have to go on three dates before you make a decision about a relationship. You have to go to three classes before you drop the course. You have to strike out three times before you’re sent back to the bench. Her advice is etched onto my left arm.
In jewish tradition, it is said that your life cannot truly end when your soul leaves your body. If you have loved and have been loved, your life in woven into the lives of your loved ones. In that regard, my grandmother can never die. She is, forever, woven into me.
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I sometimes forget that Death is a female (who’s in love with deadpool) in the Marvel universe.
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