Charlie Davoli snaps pics of everything that interests him through the day and blends them together with several apps on his phone to create surreal worlds and landscapes.
Y’know I don’t have the time to go around checking sources, so idk if I believe you. It might be his quote. Might not.
Even if it isn’t him, it’s a lovely image and you can pry it from my cold, dead hands.
A 2011 GoodReads discussion board also noticed Tiffany’s comment, and pointed out, “Tiffany’s post was from July [2011] while all the posts that mention Rickman with [the quote] weren’t until a couple of weeks ago [in 2011].”
I think he would have agreed with such a sentiment.
So for future reference: if you’re going to correct anyone’s post re: the source or any other reason, YOU do the homework first, and YOU provide the link, k? That’s only fair 😉
{I assume this is a question for the mun and not the muse bc of obv. reasons}
Both, both is good! All the cake and pie!
^I saw this doge in NOLA and he is very much alive, just playing dead drunk. This is me after like one slice of cake and/or pie, too.
[I am not a foodie but I have a very serious sweet tooth bc ‘MURICA. Dark chocolate bars are my fave. 2nd is white chocolate. White chocolate kitkat bars omg… Milk chocolate is kinda boring to me but I do like M&Ms and Reese’s cups. Mint choc. chip ice-cream is a real guilty pleasure *drools*]
My RL best friend is a foodie and she is gonna laugh her ass off at my vivid display of foodieism below but OH WELL.
If I had to choose, the Oreo pie at the Court of the Two Sisters in NOLA one of my absolute faves, and it is very cake-like. I wish I had a pic but I generally just do not take pics of my food so i guess i will have to go back there! While I love a slab of NYC cheesecake, after the first few bites, I need help finishing it bc it’s so homogeneous. The Oreo pie has all the stuff I like best: cream filling, crumbly dark chocolate, vanilla, various textures.
Best pie I ever had was apple pie in the middle of nowhere in Arizona. With a big scoop of melty vanilla bean ice-cream. The apples inside still had a little bite to them, and they floated in the yummy congealed filling. Flaky toasted crust. It was pretty awesome. But then again we were starving, so it might have been the old “Hunger is the best sauce” effect 😉
Plus, there is a fic floating around out there that mentions this specific type of NOLA pastry, called the “King Cake,” and henceforth Lestat has the nickname “Babycakes.”
Remember to forgive yourself, and to forgive others. It’s too easy to be outraged these days, so much harder to change things, to reach out, to understand.
Try to make your time matter: minutes and hours and days and weeks can blow away like dead leaves, with nothing to show but time you spent not quite ever doing things, or time you spent waiting to begin.
Meet new people and talk to them. Make new things and show them to people who might enjoy them.
Hug too much. Smile too much. And, when you can, love.
Look at your wrist, see the blueish veins? The blood flowing through them contains hemoglobin, a protein that has four iron atoms incorporated into its structure. Iron is only naturally produced in one place, it can only be forged in the core of dying stars.
Every time you look at your veins, remember that you are built from, and kept alive by, pieces of stardust.
This is beautiful. I needed this
just learned this in astronomy and can confirm. I love.
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