i made creamy organic raspberry, sweet potato, peach and malaysian coconut soup infused with cardamom and lemon (the lemon was found in a student accommodation bin, ngl lol) :o i'm eating it cold for breakfast <3 it's so rich and full of flavour. it's good with raw vegan provencale 'bread' too. yesterday morning i went for an interview for my cube writing placement. it wasn't bad since i knew the woman who was interviewing me from writer's group. then in town i couldn't resist buying a slice of freshly made vegan raspberry rosewater cake, i so love the woman who made that for selling freaking vegan raspberry cake on a little stall. i guess you could say yesterday was a good day but i feel depressed.
thinking of making homeless guy vegan eats.
the only thing i am reaaally greedy for is raspberry rolls. good reason to go freegan yo. i wonder if i could find some in the waitrose dumpster. idk where they have the supermarket dumps in the uk though, perhaps i'm just very unobservant? in case it's not obvious i've been feeling pretty mood-swingy. :/ technically i could just make my own raspberry fruit leather, but i like the cutesy packaging.. and i feel like i should buy it to support the company since not everyone has the time to make their own. idk you know i don't feel like i'm as into routines as a lot of people, like my mum she buys the same groceries every week, she barely ever tries anything new. but raspberries and black cotton jeans, i don't really see a too big amount for those things, but most other things i like the variety
biting a moldy tomato ;_;
so spirulina is like the healthiest food ever but also the grossest. i feel like such a traitor to the earthy vegan movement lol
how can i be cute and fat? how can my fat be cute?
i am a useless, unwanted failure. which is my own fault for fucking avoiding the people who like me. ah depression, aren't you a lovely one. and i'm becoming mildly obsessed with cooking for other people again. i want to make them their whole day's worth of food, and watch them eat it. i just want to make ~*~raspberry coconut cake~*~ and take it to the homeless shelter or something. but people are dicks and when you try to do something nice they get all bitchy for some reason or they make jokes about how they're not good enough for any kind of special attention or something and then that makes me feel bad. i just want to make them happy, not make them feel bad because they feel inadequate. oh and a common one is for people to regard you all suspicious because they're like judging you~ to just be acting nice for some kind of gain for yourself, like oh i feel like such an amazing person now~ and like i don't actually care about the recipient. wtf, is a side effect of taking prozac being a fucking hippie. i have no interest in leading a conventional working life and engaging in capitalism. honestly, i would be if i had any skills that were good enough for being paid for. i'm sure anyone who's reading this is thinking you idealist, you have to work to make a livin' & too bad you're not 'normal', but honestly isn't it time that society moved forward? the economy is a complete mess idk it's a complex issue that truly, i KNOW nothing about but what i mean is, why does one have to do a certain kind of work to be considered acceptable in society? why does one have to do conventional 'work' at all? it doesn't mean that you're lazy if you don't. we all have different ways that we are ABLE to contribute towards society. like seriously as long as you're not dropping bombs on people i don't really care.
one day i will be beautiful. please. inside, and out.


i am a useless, unwanted failure. which is my own fault for fucking avoiding the people who like me. ah depression, aren't you a lovely one. and i'm becoming mildly obsessed with cooking for other people again. i want to make them their whole day's worth of food, and watch them eat it. i just want to make ~*~raspberry coconut cake~*~ and take it to the homeless shelter or something. but people are dicks and when you try to do something nice they get all bitchy for some reason or they make jokes about how they're not good enough for any kind of special attention or something and then that makes me feel bad. i just want to make them happy, not make them feel bad because they feel inadequate. oh and a common one is for people to regard you all suspicious because they're like judging you~ to just be acting nice for some kind of gain for yourself, like oh i feel like such an amazing person now~ and like i don't actually care about the recipient. wtf, is a side effect of taking prozac being a fucking hippie. i have no interest in leading a conventional working life and engaging in capitalism. honestly, i would be if i had any skills that were good enough for being paid for. i'm sure anyone who's reading this is thinking you idealist, you have to work to make a livin' & too bad you're not 'normal', but honestly isn't it time that society moved forward? the economy is a complete mess idk it's a complex issue that truly, i KNOW nothing about but what i mean is, why does one have to do a certain kind of work to be considered acceptable in society? why does one have to do conventional 'work' at all? it doesn't mean that you're lazy if you don't. we all have different ways that we are ABLE to contribute towards society. like seriously as long as you're not dropping bombs on people i don't really care.
one day i will be beautiful. please. inside, and out.

menstrualcramps followed me back and i don't even feel a thang

i found wild raspberries in the woods
also

this is the most annoying thing i've ever seen on tumblr
JUST
STOP
i don't give a fuck that you have skinny limbs and you went all gothic~ by making it black and white and oh look at your starbucks coffee in the background! aren't you special. tbh it reminds me of wanking. but then tumblr is a group wank so perhaps that's appropiate
raspberry-peach melba coconut oil smoothie recipe :o
going to play on words for rice now
going to play on words for rice now