NJKitten
thugkitchen:

You don’t need a party to get down on some guacamole. Put it on a salad, taco, tostada, sandwich, whatever you want. Eat it with your hands. I don’t give a flying fuck. SNACK LIFE.

 

GRAPEFRUIT GUACAMOLE


5 ripe avocados

2 medium grapefruits or 1 big son of a bitch

¼ cup chopped cilantro

¼ cup chopped red onion

juice of 1 lime (about 2 tablespoons)

¼ teaspoon salt



Take the pit out of the avocados and scoop out all the green flesh into a large bowl. Mash it up with fork. I like my guacamole chunky but do what you gotta do. Cut the grapefruit up into segments like you would cut an orange. Remove the peel and cut the segments into pieces about the size of a nickel. Put all the grapefruit into the bowl with the avocado. Add the cilantro, red onion, lime juice, and salt and mix it all up. Taste it and add more shit until you like it. Serve immediately or chill it for a bit. I’m not gonna tell you how to eat guacamole, just follow your fucking heart.  

I want some now

thugkitchen:

You don’t need a party to get down on some guacamole. Put it on a salad, taco, tostada, sandwich, whatever you want. Eat it with your hands. I don’t give a flying fuck. SNACK LIFE.

 

GRAPEFRUIT GUACAMOLE

5 ripe avocados

2 medium grapefruits or 1 big son of a bitch

¼ cup chopped cilantro

¼ cup chopped red onion

juice of 1 lime (about 2 tablespoons)

¼ teaspoon salt

Take the pit out of the avocados and scoop out all the green flesh into a large bowl. Mash it up with fork. I like my guacamole chunky but do what you gotta do. Cut the grapefruit up into segments like you would cut an orange. Remove the peel and cut the segments into pieces about the size of a nickel. Put all the grapefruit into the bowl with the avocado. Add the cilantro, red onion, lime juice, and salt and mix it all up. Taste it and add more shit until you like it. Serve immediately or chill it for a bit. I’m not gonna tell you how to eat guacamole, just follow your fucking heart. 

I want some now

You tried to change didn’t you?
closed your mouth more
tried to be softer
prettier
less volatile, less awake
but even when sleeping you could feel
him travelling away from you in his dreams
so what did you want to do love
split his head open?
you can’t make homes out of human beings
someone should have already told you that
and if he wants to leave
then let him leave
you are terrifying
and strange and beautiful
something not everyone knows how to love.
1501: for women who are ‘difficult’ to love. | Warsan Shire
Wild Horse

I’d like to call you my wild horse

and feed your silver sage

 

I’d like to paint my poems

with desert tongued clay

across

your back

and ride you savagely

as the sweet southern wind

through a green and wild Kentucky

 

I’d like to make you my secret sun

blazing dark and red in the orchards

and I would steal away

to watch the way

your silver belly bends

and bows beneath me

 

I’d make you my wings

in the foothills of Montana

my liver in the oceans of the world

 

I’d make you my many calico children

and scatter you

across

the green memories of home

 

I’d be your hungry Valley

and sow your golden fields of wheat

in my womb

 

                    

Hurricane

Hurricane

Didn’t know what this would be 
But I knew I didn’t see 
what you thought you saw in me 
I jumped the gun
so sure you’d split and run 
ready for the worst 
before the damage was done  
The storm never came 
or it never was 
didn’t know getting lost in the blue 
it meant I wound up losing you 

Welcome to the inner workings of my mind 
so dark and foul I can’t disguise
can’t disguise 
nights like this 
I become afraid 
of the darkness in my heart 
hurricane 

What’s wrong with me 
why not understand and see 
I never saw 
what you saw in me 

keep my eyes open 
my lips sealed 
my heart closed 
and my ears peeled 

Welcome to the inner workings of my mind 
so dark and foul I can’t disguise
can’t disguise 
nights like this 
I become afraid 
of the darkness in my heart 
hurricane 

Make ash and leave the dust behind 
Lady Diamond in the sky 
wild light 
glowing bright 
to guide me when I fall 
I fall on tragedy 

Welcome to the inner workings of my mind 
so dark and foul I can’t disguise
can’t disguise 
nights like this 
I become afraid 
of the darkness in my heart 
hurricane  

My current book #tigerlily #jodilynnanderson #neverland #tinkerbell #bookworm #iphonepic

My current book #tigerlily #jodilynnanderson #neverland #tinkerbell #bookworm #iphonepic

Tiger Lily



These days, there is no new world. The maps have long since settled and stayed put. People know the shapes of Africa, Asia, and South America. And they know which beasts were mythical and which weren’t. Manatees are real, mermaids aren’t. Rhinoceroses exist and sea monsters don’t. There are no more sea serpents guarding deadly whirlpools. There are pirates, yes, but there is nothing romantic about them. The rest is all stories, and stories have been put in their place.

Now, the outsiders keep their eyes on their own shores, and we keep our eyes on ours. Too far off route, we’ve been overlooked, and most of us don’t think about the world outside. Only she and I are different. Every month or so she comes here and stares toward the ocean, and all the village children whisper about her, even her own. It has become such a ritual.

And when she surfaces from her dream, she calls me by my old name, though no one uses it anymore. And she turns to me, her eyelashes fluttering in the glare that surrounds me, and whispers to me in one short syllable.

Tink.


i like my body

i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite a new thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which I will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you

Youth

And if you’re still breathing, you’re the lucky ones.
'Cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs.
Setting fire to our insides for fun
Collecting names of the lovers that went wrong

And if you’re still bleeding, you’re the lucky ones.
'Cause most of our feelings, they are dead and they are gone.
We’re setting fire to our insides for fun.
Collecting pictures from the flood that wrecked our home,
It was a flood that wrecked this home.

And if you’re in love, then you are the lucky one,
'Cause most of us are bitter over someone.
Setting fire to our insides for fun,
To distract our hearts from ever missing them.
But I’m forever missing him.

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