Chris and I baked Oreos inside of chocolate chip cookies. They are decidedly called Fatty Patties.
That last thing that I reblogged. I just needed to emphasize that it’s important to me.
"No one wants to be the person who is made fun of for caring too much about something, who treats in earnest a situation that everyone else considers absurd. Even in personal relationships, feeling too heavily invested while simultaneously understanding that the other person couldn’t be more detached is one of the most profound feelings of embarrassment we can experience. Because it isn’t simply the embarrassment of making a mistake or a poor choice, it’s a shame over the kind of human being you are and how you see the world around you. To be shamed for your sincerity is to be reminded that you are dependent on something which is not dependent on you — that you are, once again, vulnerable."
I talk way too much.
I love love love Rumple. But did I miss the part where he no longer needs a cane? He’s walking around the jungles of Neverland like it’s no big deal.
I don’t know how many times in how many ways I can talk myself into a hole. I’m tired of people saying in various forms, “You meant well, but…” or “You always have good intentions, but…”
Yeah, it’s a little funny. But it’s also just not a great feeling. I just need to learn when not to say things.
I need to journal more or something.
/end mini rant