i need some fine wine and you, you need to be nice
alix-evans:

http://alix-evans.blogspot.co.uk/
cleanandleanrecipes:

 
Frozen Smoothie Cups
Crank the nutrition in your morning smoothie without having to keep a fridge full of fruits and veggies all the time. Blend coconut water, mint, spinach, mango, celery, almonds, honey, orange, and ginger in the blender (just to clarify in case there was any confusion over where that process was to occur) and freeze in those bendy cupcake trays. 
Then put the whole thing in the freezer, and store in a snaplock bag. Pop one or two into a blender with almond milk for a quick nutritious drink. You can also treat them like ice cream alternatives.

cleanandleanrecipes:

Frozen Smoothie Cups

Crank the nutrition in your morning smoothie without having to keep a fridge full of fruits and veggies all the time. Blend coconut water, mint, spinach, mango, celery, almonds, honey, orange, and ginger in the blender (just to clarify in case there was any confusion over where that process was to occur) and freeze in those bendy cupcake trays.

Then put the whole thing in the freezer, and store in a snaplock bag. Pop one or two into a blender with almond milk for a quick nutritious drink. You can also treat them like ice cream alternatives.

Seven Minutes, Seven Years, and Six Kisses

promptsinpanem:

Peeta Mellark was her first kiss. Her first French kiss. Her first heated groping session in the dark. But without a stupid party game, he may not have been any of those things at all. 

Rated M. 

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"My life is very monotonous," the fox said. "I hunt chickens; men hunt me. All the chickens are just alike, and all the men are just alike. And, in consequence, I am a little bored. But if you tame me, it will be as if the sun came to shine on my life. I shall know the sound of a step that will be different from all the others. Other steps send me hurrying back underneath the ground. Yours will call me, like music, out of my burrow. And then look: you see the grain-fields down yonder? I do not eat bread. Wheat is of no use to me. The wheat fields have nothing to say to me. And that is sad. But you have hair that is the colour of gold. Think how wonderful that will be when you have tamed me! The grain, which is also golden, will bring me back the thought of you. And I shall love to listen to the wind in the wheat…"

The fox gazed at the little prince, for a long time.

Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince (via porchwood)
porchwood:

4himglory:

Hannah Queen

One morning I return from an especially cold hunt to find my knives laid out with a mug of very black coffee beside them. Peeta never gives me plain coffee, and I look over my shoulder to see Pollux grooming Rye, pink-cheeked, offering a bashful smile in explanation. I blush in reply – Pollux’s and mine is a natural friendship, I suppose, but this is the first I’ve thought of our interactions in such a context – and take a grateful sip from the steaming mug, which nearly comes out again when the liquid hits my tongue. The coffee is fragrant but overwhelmingly strong; a bitter cup with potent notes of anise and cinnamon. I can’t think why anyone would drink coffee this way, and then I remember that an Avox has no sense of taste. They rely on sight and smell to enjoy their food, and Pollux’s strong spiced coffee is, if nothing else, pleasantly aromatic.

When I tell Peeta about this at lunch, his first response is genuine surprise, though he laughs heartily at my reaction to Pollux’s brew. “He’s never even made me coffee,” he says with a curious smile. “He adores you, you know. They both do.”
~ When the Moon Fell in Love with the Sun, Ch 11, “Scarlet Ribbons”

porchwood:

4himglory:

Hannah Queen

One morning I return from an especially cold hunt to find my knives laid out with a mug of very black coffee beside them. Peeta never gives me plain coffee, and I look over my shoulder to see Pollux grooming Rye, pink-cheeked, offering a bashful smile in explanation. I blush in reply – Pollux’s and mine is a natural friendship, I suppose, but this is the first I’ve thought of our interactions in such a context – and take a grateful sip from the steaming mug, which nearly comes out again when the liquid hits my tongue. The coffee is fragrant but overwhelmingly strong; a bitter cup with potent notes of anise and cinnamon. I can’t think why anyone would drink coffee this way, and then I remember that an Avox has no sense of taste. They rely on sight and smell to enjoy their food, and Pollux’s strong spiced coffee is, if nothing else, pleasantly aromatic.

When I tell Peeta about this at lunch, his first response is genuine surprise, though he laughs heartily at my reaction to Pollux’s brew. “He’s never even made me coffee,” he says with a curious smile. “He adores you, you know. They both do.”

~ When the Moon Fell in Love with the Sun, Ch 11, “Scarlet Ribbons”

Love your material. Nothing frightens the inner critic more than the writer who loves her work. The writer who is enamored of her material forgets all about censoring herself. She doesn’t stop to wonder if her book is any good, or who will publish it, or what people will think. She writes in a trance, losing track of time, hearing only her characters in her head.
Allegra Goodman   (via ellenkushner)

juodaanviinaa:

fuzzypigs:

claybabay:

NEED MONEY FOR COLLEGE

NEED COLLEGE FOR JOB

NEED JOB FOR MONEY

WAHT

WHO THE FUCK DESIGNED THIS SYSTEM

NEED EXPERIENCE FOR JOB

NEED JOB TO GET EXPERIENCE

NEED CAR FOR JOB

NEED JOB FOR CAR