Daria Nifontova

“He was incredibly miserable and obviously doomed. People who feel this are quite special.”

- Morrissey on James Dean

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breadstickfanclub:

The year is 2042. “I was born in the wrong generation” a teenage white girl sighs as she listens to One Direction and cleans the lens on her vintage iPhone 4S.

blackdovessociety:

not a fan of wutang but that looks cool

40ozteabag:

yea

hannahlouisef:

Urban Outfitters x New Balance 205

The 205 isn’t a shoe I’d normally go for, but the wacky colours and patterns which UO have contributed make them worthy of a second look. 

When you hear the word shortcake, you immediately think strawberry, right?

Get over it! Peach shortcakes are the way to go! I mean…strawberry shortcakes are absolutely delightful but PEACH shortcakes are so unexpected. When you’re baking to impress, unexpected is the way to go!

This is the dessert I made for Father’s Day yesterday and for the 5-10 minutes it took for my family to eat this dessert, I heard nothing but silence. Silence is a good sign. Silence means that everyone is too busy enjoying what they’re eating to carry on a conversation.

If you’re a person who likes quiet (ahem, ME), this is the dessert you make when all you want is 5-10 minutes of peace. The best part is that you’re eating something good in that time. Buttery shortcakes are topped with orange spiked peaches, creamy ice cream and finished with little sprigs of MINT. Uh huh.

Silence is golden. So are peaches. Get on it.

And we’re off!

This recipe has two parts. Flaky Butter Biscuits then Peach goodness!

Put the flour, baking powder & salt in a bowl. Work the butter in with the flour mixture.

You want it to look like small crumbs.

Add in the milk. You might not need it all. I didn’t use all of mine.

Roll the dough out on a floured surface.

Make biscuits!

Bake biscuits!

Stack biscuits!

Blanch the peaches. Score the bottoms. Put them in boiling water for 2 minutes. Peel them!

Slice the peaches up. Mix them with Cointreau (optional) and orange juice. Let it sit for a bit.

When you’re ready…split open each biscuit. Place the biscuit in a bowl. Top with ice cream…

ADD PEACHES! Look at how juicy they are. DANG.

Guess who got wind of me opening up a pint of ice cream???!

Peach shortcakes.

You know you want some.

Peach Shortcakes

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makes 10-12 individual shortcakes

recipe slightly adapted from Mad Hungry: Feeding Men and Boys

• 1 recipe Flaky Buttery Biscuits (see below)
• 1 pound fresh ripe peaches or nectarines, peeled and sliced
• 2 tablespoons fresh orange juice
• 2 tablespoons Cointreau, optional
• 1 tablespoon unsalted butter, softened
• 1 pint best-quality vanilla ice cream, slightly softened
• mint, for garnish

Follow the steps below to make the Flaky Buttery Biscuits.

While biscuits are baking, place the peaches or nectarines in a bowl with the orange juice and Cointreau, if using. Stir and let sit for a while, stirring occasionally.

If the biscuits aren’t straight from the oven, heat them in the microwave for about 30 seconds. Slice open each biscuit and place the bottom on a plate. Place 2 small scoops of the ice cream onto each biscuit. Top with a large spoonful of fruit. Drizzle over some juice and top the top of the biscuit. Sprinkle with chopped mint & serve immediately.

Flaky Buttery Biscuits:

• 1 3/4 cups all-purpose flour
• 2 1/2 teaspoons baking powder
• 1 teaspoon coarse salt
• 6 tablespoons (3/4 stick) chilled unsalted butter, cut into small pieces
• 3/4 cup milk (you may not need the entire amount)

Preheat the oven to 450 degrees. Line a baking sheet with parchment paper.

In a medium bowl, whisk together the flour, baking powder, and salt. Using a fork or 2 table knives, combine the butter and flour mixture until it resembles a coarse meal. Slowly add the milk, stirring with a fork, to the desired consistency.

Turn the dough out onto a clean, lightly floured surface and gently knead just to bring the dough together. Carefully roll out the dough about 3/4 inch thick. Using a biscuit cutter or sturdy glass, cut about 12 biscuits, re-rolling any scraps. Place on the lined baking sheet. Bake the biscuits for 13 to 15 minutes, until golden brown.

***If you want to take the skins off the peaches, score the bottoms of the peaches with a knife and drop them in boiling water for 2 minutes. Let cool to the touch and easily remove skins. It’s a lifesaver!***

barbiehighheels:

I have this bad habit of not telling people when they have the wrong number. What’s even worse is from time to time I’ll play along, pretend to be whoever they think they’re texting. It’s creepy, I KNOW this is creepy, but I still do it anyway.

One time I had an extensive conversation with a woman about her successful embryo transfer.

A few months ago a woman texted me something like “A lady in the salon is getting a haircut like yours!” So I replied back “Take a picture!” And she did, I got a stranger to take a picture of a stranger so she could text it to a stranger.

This morning she sent me this, as well as leaving me an excited voicemail saying, “They’re here! Come to the hospital!!”

And I felt her excitement, I felt giddy too, and then I realized that maybe my fraudulent texting is in the hopes that I get to be privy to something like this, something normal, something far removed from my life, something happy. Sometimes I slow down and observe my surroundings and idly wonder “How did I get here?” when I’m contending with Hollyweirdness and my LA feelings. But someone texted me newborns today and they don’t even know I’m just some stranger across the country. They don’t even know. I wonder who she thinks I am.

twelvefootmountaintroll:

i’m gonna name my firstborn “arial”

and people will be like “oh like the mermaid”

and i’ll say “no like the font”　

“Well, guess what? I’m a sexual creature. There’s nothing wrong with that. Why do we have to be ashamed of being so many different things? Why do we have to be only one thing, a good mother or a hooker? I don’t think that what’s under my clothes is evil. I’m a woman, I’m feminine. And I like the way I look. And I celebrate that. And I don’t make excuses for that.”

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fer1972:

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Move your hands like this. Do things that you do every day and start doing them every other day. Brush your teeth on weekends. Brush your hair once a month. Listen to Bach instead of Brand New. Take up the bassoon and donate to a charity that doesn’t exist yet. All of these things will blend together with time — much like spring into summer, and you finally get the point.

Start cheating on your husband. Create a list and tick off ‘cheating on my husband’ as ‘completed.’ Tick off ‘cheating with a husband’ as also completed. Start to watch your face turn into a different face in the mirror. Stop feeling the avocados for freshness in the produce aisle. Stop answering calls from your children and tell them you’ve moved to Acapulco. Don’t move to Acapulco. Move to rural Nebraska. Marry the man you met at the bakery. Lust for his love for French cuisine. Give him a French kiss when he least expects it. Start cheating on Monsieur Garçon approximately one month after meeting him. Tell people you’ve never been married.

Walk by store windows at nighttime. Change your entire wardrobe to match the autumn season, even in the middle of summer. Envision your body in the dresses you see with the mannequins stuffed inside. Start to see people as not wearing clothes but as the clothes wearing people. Become interested in fashion design and move to New York City. Don’t live in Manhattan. Blow out your 36th birthday candles. Lie about your age. Lie about your weight. Don’t lie about your shoe size.

Start hanging out with your art school friends. Go to a slam poetry reading and listen intently. Go vegan. Start looking at other women not just as comparisons to yourself but also as potential lovers. Start having your first lesbian experiences. Work the clit. Don’t forget that just three years ago you were married to a man and had two children. Start a family tree but don’t finish it because the branches are too lopsided. Email your mother. Don’t email your professors. Paint your nails an exotic color to compliment your daily moods. Start seeing a psychiatrist as quickly as possible.

Gain an extra 30 pounds. Start to cry every morning when you wake up. Go to the park and just sit and look at all of the strangers and feel alone. Hug yourself and look in the mirror and tell yourself that you aren’t worthless. Buy a purple futon. Start going to karaoke bars. Make sure you know all of the lyrics to “Fast Car” by Tracy Chapman. Cut your hair short and donate it to a cancer foundation.  See a woman with cancer in a wheelchair at the park. Recognize your hair woven into a wig five years later waltzing down 5th avenue.

Start doing karate. Learn to respect yourself and the others around you. Apply for a job in an office setting. Agree to meet your co-workers for brunch. Eat brunch for the first time in your life. Learn to embrace your curves and realize that you don’t need a man to feel whole. Start writing a book of short stories. Eat breakfast every morning. Watch the evening news at 6 p.m. every day. Develop a routine. Develop an eating disorder. Take pills for your social anxiety. Take pills recreationally. Use your karate skills to fight off a rapist in Central Park at 11 p.m. Kill someone.

Visit your parents for Thanksgiving. Tell them how different your life has become. Tell them about all of the good things and leave out the bad things. Call your mother into the kitchen. Help her stuff the turkey. Whisper in her ear I love you and I’m going away for a very long time. Watch her eyes fill with tears. Listen to your mom tell you oh child oh my baby girl what have you become and nod accordingly and knowingly and hug your mother with all of your might. Tell her not to tell your father. When she asks where you are going change the subject. Change the tablecloth. Change your outfit. Change your life.

Move to Boston and start working as a waitress in a seafood restaurant. Learn to shuck oysters for a living. Start to settle down and realize that your life will always be like this. See the world for what it is really worth. Begin to think about death. Ride your bicycle home in the rain. Leave the house without a tampon. Turn the lights off before you enter a room. Meet a man on the subway. Tell the man your life story. Fall in love with the man. Marry the man. Start a new life in San Francisco. Start working at a fashion catalog. Take maternity leave. Buy your first house. Build a white picket fence. Give birth to your third child. Tell your husband it’s your first child. Accept suburbia. Make key lime pie for the first time. Kiss your husband on the lips before you go to sleep. Tuck your baby boy into bed. Look in the mirror and smile. Tell everyone about your perfect life.

Wake up.

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deighvid:

Adventure Time X Ghibli by David

Oh neat. Someone compiled them all in a set! Pretty cool. I’m curious what that source site says about it, but alas, I cannot speak or read chinese, heh. Anyone know?

thereal1990s:

Pulp Fiction (1994)