I doubt its existence on a semi-regular basis. 

Well, it might be more fair to say I doubt it’s right to exist. So many people use the word love to exploit one another. To hurt other people. To manipulate. The worst is when they let themselves think they truly do feel the burning for someone else only in order to discover they just wanted someone to love and it ended up being unloaded on another. 

Love isn’t about finding who you are “compatible” with, who you have the most in common with, who shares your hobbies the most, who is the same religion, ethnicity, socioeconomic status as you. 

It has to do with a feeling that, if you fought it with every cell in your body, won’t go away. It’s about not having to think about caring about someone. You just do.

It’s not about being “fair”, “even” or “just as…” anything as them. It’s about wanting to improve the quality of someone else’s life because, by existing, that person does it for you. It’s about wanting the best, as opposed to the most convenient, financially frugal, or stress-free, thing for someone. It’s about finding someone who makes you want to be better.

You don’t have to perform or act like anything around him or her. you can just be yourself. Shit day? So? What if your days both suck? Hang out and bitch to each other. If you feel obligated to help, try something, go somewhere, pay for something, please do yourselves both a favor and run. That’s not love. That’s you feeling responsible for someone else. Not in the way that you would be sad if something bad happened, so you would like to prevent it. In the way that you do things because you “should” as opposed to want to.

Rituals don’t exist. You don’t kiss goodbye because you’re dating or because you’ve done it before. A real kiss is a gift and should be treated as such. 

Just saying. 

The coolest thing about this, besides the fact that it is amazing, is that I literally just bought the exact pen he is using. Making a cheat sheet for chemistry of the approved size was my motive, but it’s now the only pen I use or plan on using for anything important. Mega respect for this guy. 

Is ridiculous. Luckily, exams are over!

Did okay on math. Expecting an A in the class.

Chem was easy so I should have a high B or A.

I still have 4 final drafts to hand in for English. 

Still have to Get trained at work. 

Gotta print out my schedule for my possible second job. 

Cash checks. 

Break it to my father than I’m not going to be spending Christmas break at home. 

Awesome. 

WIsh me luck. 

Someone fucked up. Can you spot the problem?

Chocolate history: Willy Wonka and the Mayans

Back in 250-900 A.D. the Mayans noticed a wild tree (cacao tree) occupying rain forests in South America and figured out it could be cultivated. They would ferment, roast, and grind the beans, similar to what we do today.

But the Mayans didn’t have a “Willy Wonka Factory” with helpful machinery to produce a variety of confections. Instead, they enjoyed chocolate as a beverage, with ground beans, water, chile, vanilla, black pepper and cornmeal, sweetened with honey.

To Mayans, cacao was valuable stuff. It wasn’t consumed on a regular basis, but often used as part of tradition and rituals. Cacao beans were also used as a form of currency.

The industrial revolution changed the chocolate “experience.” The cocoa press was invented in 1828 to separate chocolate into cocoa butter and solids (cocoa powder). Between 1875 and 1894 the names “Nestle” and “Hershey” became more popular with the development of milk chocolate and mass production of chocolate bars spanning the globe. Specialized chocolate companies have only been popular since the 1980s.

I find this soothing, 

-volare:

Dive. (by theseyoungarchies)

You can’t work at a shoe store and have nice nails.

Today, while working my 13.5 hour Black Friday shift at Journey’s, two apparent best friends walked in. 

They were two moms, I’m guessing.

Totally adorable. Both wearing brightly colored sweat pants and matching sweater vests. 

Funny thing is, one was decked out in Clemson orange with a tiger paw on the boob and the other was sporting Garnet with “Carolina” scrolled across her chest. 

For some reason it was the funniest thing to me. 

What was more odd is that when I made a comment to them about it, they ignored me. I decided in my head that they were so intensely serious about their fandom that they swore to never talk about it out loud so as to not spoil their friendship. 

^_^