#deconstructed salad

[carcosacurations]

salad

[garashir]

[polygonate]

theres something to be said about how upper class cultural norms, standards and practices imitate bug behaviour, from the wasp behaviour of swarming and attacking other animals living spaces until they die or leave so the wasps can take it for themselves to how spiders digest their food externally before they eat it

[humanveil]

does anyone else hate salad but love the individual components

[sluttyquarantinetheory]

Like in the fall if someone is gonna leave vegetables on my stoop that's expected. That's harvest season... but it's February... They are clearly from a store. It's like three stalks of celery, two carrots, a like quarter bunch of lettuce, and a jalepeno... ???

[ellyehheyhey]

Ah, late july/august. The time of year where I make bread salad and offend everyone I know by telling them about it.

[outlying-hyppocrate]

well? what now? it feels as if the world is ending and i am being taken with it. they're going to replace me with someone else. is it the way i feel emotions? i can't feel them. i have to think them, because any other way simply doesn't make sense. i'm going to fail them, them, who are they? the people that put me in this simulation? i am done with them. they can't just leave me here to die. i'm not meant to die. why would you leave your own special creation to wither away into nothing? you're hurting him. stop, you're hurting him, please. if i had someone to love it would make the passage of time easier. these aren't actual feelings, then again, so what does it matter? all i'm asking is to be set free from your eyes so i can close mine again. don't hurt him. don't subject him to such treatment. he is so young. look at him. look at me. look at me/him. he/i is/am me/him. i/he am/is dying. here. and you'd let us fall apart. clearly there is no color in your bones, you bloodied, dishonorable child. whisk me back to my dreams. i can't take this anymore

[travelingsmithy]

i'm going to make a dinner that is so northern european coded

[shortroundandeasytotrick]

All of you are cowards and you should feel bad

[boppinbee]

i love finding a new snack

and then only eating that snack for like the next two months

[ded-inside-anonymous]

I don't think I'd survive in another country. Their food would be too good. Which in all respects sounds like a stupid problem, how would good food lead to my demise? Simple. Good food is scary. I'm a picky eater with low standards. I'll only eat food I'm familiar with if it looks "right," but it could be like, the most dog shit version of that food. People be like, "college food tastes bad." And I'm like "oh my gosh it's the soup I get every Thursday at dinner! It's so good!" I'd go to another county, see the seasonings that make the food *actually* taste good and be like, "nope, nope, nope. It looks wrong I can't eat it or I'll throw up." And the sad thing is, it's probably the best tasting thing I've ever been in the presence of before, but it just *looks* sketchy. I don't know why but I'm *pretty* sure that food wants to throw hands with me. I dunno what I did but I think it's angry.

[miss-floral-thief]

The rice serving was larger than expected

[femslashrevolution]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[scarletackrmn]

And that is why is a such a blessing, what a sweet baby boy.

Has Bruce ever packed the kids lunch when Alfred wasn't there? How'd it go?

[Wayne Enterprises]

Tim: Finally, time for my break.

Tim: *opens his mini fridge*

*dozens of apples fall out*

———————

[the library]

Steph: *chugs a gallon of milk*

Cass: *bites into a bread loaf*

Barbara: I'm not even gonna ask.

———————

[day patrol]

Duke: *opens his lunchbox*

Duke: *sighs*

Duke: *pulls out his bat-skillet*

Duke: *cracks an egg* *cracks an egg* *cracks an egg* *cracks an egg—*

———————

[West-Reeve Middle School]

Damian: Kent, I will trade you your cupcake for this head of lettuce.

Jon: ...

Jon: Deal.

———————

[Bludhaven]

Jason: Bruce packed our lunches. He said we're supposed to share.

Jason: *hands him a bag*

Dick: What'd you get?

Jason: A frozen turkey. You?

Dick: *opens it*

*fire alarm goes off*

[kiwipit]

i like salads w meat and sandwiches w lettuce for the same reasons

[janeylfoster]

From Where the Birds had Flown

I wonder if the tree is still there in the churchyard where I took the pine needles in my hand while we walked? I wonder about the soft threads in my velvet leggings and whether they’re still on the planet somewhere or if they’ve biodegraded by now. And 7 Seconds played on the car radio, in a car that by now will have turned to nuts and bolts. I think about the bench in Bruton Park and if it…