if i pause my music to listen to your audio post it better be fucking good
"This Lemon-Baked Summer Chicken Pesto tastes horrid," cried the Barefoot Contessa.
"I came out to have a good time and I’m honestly feeling so attacked right now," cried the Barefoot Contessa. How could Jeffrey abandon her now, in this, her time of need?
"I will kill you, skin you, and make you into a 30 minute meal that’s affordable and easy to make, dont test me rachael ray dont play"
P.S. The real world isn’t going to accommodate you and your “comfort.” When you get off Tumblr, there aren’t any trigger warnings. Wearing a nametag with your “gender identity” on it would be absolutely laughable. You’ll have to learn to be an adult and deal with people without being psychotic and wishing death on them.