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wafer crackers are the best. you can put any kind of filling inside. chocolate, strawberry, vanilla, hazelnut, peanut butter. They should be soft but with a bit of crunch. crispy, but they shouldn’t fall apart. Proper wafers tend to be made bu European companies.Posted By victoria On 05.22.2013 @ 12:20 pm
I took the shoulder meat and put it in the cast iron pot. I poured water over it and added potatoes, carrots, onions–no onions–and a bottle of beer. I had brown ale which I don’t drink and so i made this recipe to use up the beer in the fridge. This was a recipe my mom usedPosted By victoria On 05.15.2013 @ 9:20 am
thats a funny word. reminds me of fruit of the loom. the underwear company. my underwear is uncomfortsble. i want some fruit. my favorite fruity is bannanas. they taste good. looms were the things used to make clothes right? i dont remember. im stupid at times.Posted By victoria On 05.10.2013 @ 8:28 pm
i love stories. stories are what life is about. or life is about stories. tha’ts how you get to know someone, by telling stories. for example you might say i was born here or i was born there or i died here or there and i had a brother and no sisters and w were close or not close and i miss those days before i had to sum up my life in stories in a way i dohn’Posted By victoria On 05.06.2013 @ 12:18 pm
I always knew that I couldn’t trust that nasty son of a bitch. From the very start, this partnership was doomed to fail. It’s kind of like getting the meathead bully for a science project partner. Completely unfair, but completely up to fate. Except this was my job. Which easily translated to this is my life. My job was on this line for this meathead. What the hell was I supposed to do but compel him.
I didn’t mean to blackmail him. The blackmail was not part of the plan.
Originally, I planned on talking to him. With my fists. In his face. And maybe with a knife.
This was important to me. I had to do something.Posted By Victoria On 05.04.2013 @ 12:47 pm
I hope that this doesn’t ensue our break up. I’ve always been the jealous type, and I hate seeing you with her. I know that we’re together, but still. She’s known you so much longer. Even if I wasn’t jealous, why do you even like me? Is it because I’m smart and pretty? Those aren’t reasons, those are just characteristics of myself. I feel like you don’t know me and that really sucks. I just don’t know what to do, to be honest. I really like you. Hell, I love you. And that, it means a lot to me. Love. So please, please stop saying it like you don’t know what it means.Posted By Victoria On 04.30.2013 @ 4:00 pm
I don’t think of myself as someone who has many enemies. I don’t like displeasing people, so there is no reason for me to have enemies. There’s not exactly much for me to write about on this topic, so yeah. I don’t have enemies, and I would not like to have any enemies in the future.Posted By Victoria On 04.29.2013 @ 5:52 pm
I clasped my hand in yours. It was a nice, smooth feeling. Our hands fit together like one, like we were meant for each other. Like we were made to be one. I always believed in Plato’s The Symposium, and now I know it’s really true. We spend our whole lives searching for our other half, and I guess you’re it. Scratch that. I know you’re it.Posted By Victoria On 04.27.2013 @ 5:49 pm
Café. People go and drink coffee and teas at cafés. I would honestly love to visit one someday, with someone. Maybe like a date. It would be nice, yeah. In actuality, however, it’s the person’s company that I would like best. Not the café. But the person. So I guess I’ll be looking for someone to go to a café with.Posted By Victoria On 04.22.2013 @ 6:08 pm
Magenta. Magenta is one of my favorite colors, but then again I have a lot of favorite colors. I never was able to choose just one color, which shows how indecisive I am. I can never just choose one. I’m selfish and greedy, so I have to have more. Then again, a lot of the human race is greedy. I shouldn’t be too surprised.Posted By Victoria On 04.21.2013 @ 2:54 pm
I burrow my head deep into the sheets and pillows. The smell of Tide and bleach engulfed my body. I fell into a deep, deep, sleep for the next few hours. I woke up with dried tears and a very worried look on my face. I that a lot of things weren’t gonna be okay. I had to make them okay myself, but that doesn’t mean I wanted to.Posted By Victoria On 04.20.2013 @ 6:37 pm
Metro cards, metro busses. These things allow for you to travel to anywhere you want, at least in New York. I am grateful for this because it’s a quick escape- an easy getaway. From all these little things that swallow a person, you can just run away, let alone it be for 5 minutes or 5 hours. It sets you and every inch of you free.Posted By Victoria On 04.18.2013 @ 7:19 pm
Geometric. Shapes. Figures. I’ve always been good at math. It’s my favorite subject. I know not a lot of people don’t like math because it confuses them. But for me, it’s so logical. I love having to think about expressions and equations and it fills my head and I love it. I think I’ll teach math when I grow older.Posted By Victoria On 04.14.2013 @ 5:28 pm
I am attracted to you and your flaws and everything about you. How you’re so curious about everything, how you like corn flakes over frosted ones, all these little things make me so attracted you and everything you are. Too bad you don’t feel the same way about me and my flaws. My nervousness, how I’m so tense, and how I speak too fast and then I mumble about little insignificant things. I’m not sure if you’ll ever be attracted to me the way I’m attracted to you, but I really hope you’ll end up loving me.Posted By Victoria On 04.13.2013 @ 7:53 pm
Branches of trees, family branches. All of these things are connected together like a whole community. It makes me feel wholesome, yet I am not connected to any branch. It makes me feel quite lonely, but I don’t mean to be so distant. I just am and I don’t think I mind it, unless I acknowledge the fact I’m so lonely. Well, I guess I’ll have to connect to some branch now.Posted By Victoria On 04.12.2013 @ 9:12 pm
This thing is weighing me down like an anchor. I really am trying to move on from this situation, to go on with life. But then I see your face everywhere, and you appear everywhere I go. How am I supposed to deal with this? By the looks of today, you could probably realize how hard it was for me. You could tell it was killing me inside, but there’s only one question I want to know. Did you even care?Posted By Victoria On 04.11.2013 @ 6:08 pm
Everyday I go on Tumblr and scroll on my dashboard. I reblog things, usually pertaining to my life. Most of these things were sad though, and I just kept reblogging them off my dash. Then again, Tumblr can be a very sad place. I am sorta glad I have it. Sorta. Until, it makes me realize one thing: I’m a very sad person trying to take up space.Posted By Victoria On 04.09.2013 @ 8:02 pm
Driven by fear to the corners of this world, no room for you nor anything other that the stat. Let everyone pound your soul out of you; don’t stand up for what you believe in. Weakling.
You know you shouldn’t let them take your power the way you do You force yourself to understand why they don’t understand you. You let their problem be your reason. Weakling.Posted By Victoria On 03.04.2013 @ 8:36 am
Light glinted off of the wild eyes. Pictures, images, all moved with streaming grace around them. Music was being played intensely. This was not a moment for grins, for someone was about to be found a spy. Someone’s love was about to be double crossed. The train station was about to collapse. Who could possibly save the moment from disaster?Posted By Victoria On 02.26.2013 @ 8:49 am
The shell lay delicately on the sand. It was a piece of art unto itself, having undergone the weathering of the ocean, and the tread of small children. It was covered in mathematical patterns and pastel colors, enough to remind it’s possesor of childhood memories of teh beach.Posted By Victoria On 02.25.2013 @ 9:35 am