#ate a chili

[thatsocialmoth]

I will never stop this

Every season I have to make a post about how indescribable D20 related grief is.

There is such a wildness to it where I feel my heart like sinking as I process it all. And like you find these beautiful stories about cycles, about loss and love and the things we do for secrets and for the things we love and the things we want. The sacrifices we're willing to make. The way war and death and grief takes people apart piece by piece and never rebuilds them. The way we are changed when we're left behind in a world without someone we thought we'd have forever. The feeling of finally having something to want, something that's yours, that's solid and something that's beginning only to have it ripped out from beneath you. The people we turn into when there is nothing to do but to run. The way fear and trauma and torment can make a person do things they wouldn't otherwise, how they influence decisions and desires and how freedom becomes a blessed commodity. The way we find that people need each other but sometimes they just can't. The way ambition blinds and ruins. The way the people who are gone leave ripples in their wake, something new as they die, something blooming from their decaying.

Like there's this deep story about the cyclical nature of the world and the way it's all so unforgiving. A narrative about how life finds a way, among the struggles of a girl who should be dead growing up too quick in a war and learning to want instead of just need. A plot about a man who loses everything trying to find something to prove that there is a purpose to his torment, that he can be saved.

And it's beautiful

And then you have to explain to your friends that you're crying because the radish grandpa and the chili pepper satanist died.

Like how the fuck am I meant to explain the profound grief of a mango? Or the way that ambition has absolutely crushed a pastrami sandwich who, even more than greatness, seemed to want love. The way greasy provolone cheese tells a story of regret and atoning for one's mistakes.

[spoofyleaf]

Have a doodle!

Redson: how is it, too spicy?

MK, lying thru his teeth: nope nope totally good man!

[notbecauseofvictories]

how did the chili go

It's delicious, and the fact that I only got third place is a greater crime than the theft of "Storm on the Sea of Galilee"

[3-aem]

im crying who blazed the gojo bunny 😭😭

[speedlimit15]

How i dressed to eat this today ^

[voparwave69]

In the mood to wrap up my copious amounts of haters in a big motherfuckung sack made of cobwebs and slam them against the concrete and them jump on it to make a big hater gusher right there on the road fuck YOU

[baby-yongbok]

Twilight, I Like it and Chk Chk Boom will most definitely be my most played songs from this album. The entire track list was amazing. I'm so very proud of our boys and I'm so grateful for what they've given us tonight and for what's to come...

Im gonna go back to crying in my closet now.

[sarpedon]

cooking is literally my favourite like it makes me so happy like whatever food i wanna eat? i can just make it. like whatever you wanna eat in this world u can just make it and eat it and i think that’s beautiful.

[galaxysodapopdraws]

Once again practicing interior stuff but this time with a scenario that's been buzzing in my head for a bit.

This is also kinda a sequel to my Father’s Day comic. Sonic was going through his terrible threes during this time.

[a-concert-just-for-me]

Sometimes self-care is taking the L and accepting that if you’re craving chocolate ice cream and that’s the only thing you can stand the thought of eating right now, eat that. girl dinner allegations be damned

[loverboy-ant]

bf who is proud of me when i try a new food or try something that is scary to me bc of arfid. bf who comforts me when trying the foods i don't like bc he knows/realizes the intense anxiety that comes from trying them

[dove-da-birb]

... I am a weakling

[eulaliasims]

#justcollegethings: editing your paper while sitting on your situationship's kitchen floor in your pajamas.

Louise: What did you put in those eggs? They smell gross.

Rosalind: Uh, Lily made them. I think it's gruyére cheese and spinach. You okay?

Louise: Yeah, I'm gonna bounce anyway. Let Jayne know. Or don't, he can figure it out.

[postmakerkiwi]

thinking again about thje series of peak instances of use of written language in narrative that is chili and the chocolate factory: fudge revelation

[sadbeautifutragic]

NAP TIME!!!!

[springlock-suits]

I like to hc that William has some memory issues