i asked my mom what a trigger was and she was like ‘a trigger can be anything since it’s based on people’s experiences’ like why is this a concept that nearly 40 year old woman can get but other people violently deny and try to trigger others and are so damn disrespectful 

Coming from a state champion baker:


If y’all use a decent box mix and use melted butter instead of vegetable oil, an extra egg, and milk instead of water, no one can tell the difference. I sure as hell can’t. 

Also, if you add a little almond extract to vanilla cake, or a little coffee to chocolate cake, it sends it through the roof. 

This concludes me attempting to be helpful. 


also a lil elaboration 

"spook" is a racial slur against black people and if i see you using it im going to unfollow you

i know its a very uncommon slur, thats why im not going to be a poop about it because some people just plain dont fucking know

but it makes me uncomfortable and im putting myself before everyone else basically.

so yeah

if you see this just please dont use it

also “spooky” is fine just not “spook”



This is gold. Every time I see it. Pure gold.


This is gold. Every time I see it. Pure gold.



In response to anyone who thinks they have an fierce inner black woman in them and is not in fact, a black woman

See the thing about that fire and that “fierceness” is that it’s born out of our oppression, out of always being told that we are ugly, that our bodies are too fat or too muscular, that we don’t have the right kind of hair — and having to deconstruct all those things and tell ourselves that we are beautiful even though society is telling us that we are not.  

That strength is born out of always having to defend ourselves against white supremacy and anti-black-woman-patriachy. From years of not seeing ourselves represented in anything aligned with beauty, of buying products that are made to make us look like not ourselves.

So there is no way you could have an inner black woman in you. You have not experienced our struggle, you don’t know it, you haven’t lived it, and you can’t imagine it. 

See, you can’t sit with us, because we haven’t been able to sit at your table since our existence in this country. And while we were being excluded from your table we made our own, and it is fabulous and fly. And of course you now want to try and have a seat at our table, take our table, use it and ignore all the labor that went into creating THAT table.

But nah, sorry boo boo.

You ain’t never going to be us, you can try to wear your hair like us, you can try to dance like us, talk like us, wish you were us, but know this —


I swear to god if I ever see a person wearing that fucking shirt, I’m going to jail for murder.


in sociology we learn about groups of friends being based around mutual stuff called ‘cultural comfort zones’ & forever i thought that didn’t apply to my group but then i remembered the majority of us are gay like we grouped the gay together before any of us knew we are gay



these summer afternoons are different, because of you.

my life is different, because of you.


Inspired by this cute hair style


"that must be the uvula"


"oh, so its a girl house”