I’d rather have a muffin top than to go on a awful date that makes me want to throw up. I’d rather gain a few pounds than be with someone who doesn’t love me in the same way. I’d rather eat alone in my apartment, then go through a really awkward and anxiety inducing date.
The “almost relationship” that lasted for three years: Gnocchi with a shit ton of butter and herbs, paired with Bud Lite Lime because you’re ORIGINAL.
Hi guys! I’m Jessica and I’m a baker! Isn’t that just so quaint (read: non-threatening)? ;)
It wasn’t about being a good cook, but understanding what good food was.
January: Cleanse life of all drama.
September: Sniff out drama like a starving jungle cat.
A truly insane thing I am doing right now is that there is a container of peanut butter cups in my cupboard.
This poor kid needs a break — which is why I’m proposing a full episode in season three be dedicated to Will just doing a puzzle in silence.
It’s okay to slip up and accidentally buy or eat something that isn’t vegan; it doesn’t make you a horrible person, just a human being.
One serving won’t kill me, it’s only like 300 calories. *Finishes pint of ice cream*
Jesus Christ I hate myself.
Don’t settle for the ordinary date. Don’t settle for dates that send you home crying. Settle for the extraordinary. For the dates that make you blush in happiness. For the dates that send you smiling from ear to ear. Settle for the dates that make you dream impossible things. That make you believe in love again