January 2010
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Post Secret
Every Sunday after I read the new Post Secret’s I think of the things I do in a “could this be my secret manner”
Someday I’ll submit one of them. Trust me. They’ll make it on the website.
mhmmm
Making Red Velvet Truffles tomorrow with my KT.
Ate delicious sushi today with my KT. Sweet potato and spicy tuna tempura. It was heavenly.
“Maybe our mistakes are what make our fate. Without them, what would shape our...”
– Carrie Bradshaw - Sex and the City (via justbesplendid)
With your face and your beautiful eyes
wordsoflove:
fuckyeahtaylorswiftlyrics:
And the conversation with the little white lies And the faded picture of a beautiful night You carried me from your car up the stairs And I broke-down crying, was she worth this mess? After everything and that little black dress After everything I must confess I need you.
I heard this song on repeat god knows how many times :/
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normally i don’t reblog shit like this
but omg
FIST PUMP!
this was too good to not reblog.
VINNNNNYYYYYYYY
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edgeofdesiire:
How do you make those Red Velvet truffles? They look positively delicious…
welllll i usually use this recipe! http://www.bakerella.com/red-velvet-cake-balls/ its reallly time consuming though! hahah
ASK ME SOMETHING
THANKS! I make oreo truffles the same way (except for you just use regular cream cheese instead of the frosting), they’re so delicious.
I feel alive.
For the first time in a long time, I feel alive. I feel like my heart is open, refreshed and new. I feel like there is so much for me to do, and I feel as though I can do anything.
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You're on my mind today.
I hate it.
thingssheloves:
You were trouble since the day...
"Sweetest Goodbye"- Stephen Kellogg and the Sixers
No matter how many times we’ve done this, and we’ve done it so many times; It never does get easier when its time to say goodbye. And I’ll wear your memory underneath my shirt like an Indian tattoo. Crushed by conscience and mental slide show and a dream of kissing you. This is sweetest goodbye when I get home, we’re going to sleep all day just you and I. And if you never left you’d never...
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