The Real Life Of Barbie And Ken
Son, I work in psychiatry and this is still the most damn disturbing thing that I’ve ever seen.
This is disturbing on a whole new level, I like it.
I’ve been wanting to make homemade granola bars for a long time. It’s nice to know exactly what’s in your food, especially with something that you eat for energy and a healthy snack.
I’ve been intimidated up to this point by the large amount of ingredients people put in them. I just wanted a basic granola bar: simple to make and inexpensive.
If you want to make them…
What you’ll need:
1 1/2 cups of rolled oats
1 cup chopped almonds (or other nuts)
1 cup dried cranberries (or other dried fruit)
1/2 cup brown sugar
1/2 cup honey
What you’ll need to do:
Preheat oven to 350. Mix all ingredients. Spread into a well-greased pan. Bake for 10-20 minutes, depending on your crunch preference (the longer it cooks, the crunchier it gets). Let the granola cool before you cut it, or it will fall apart.
(Source: asimplecraft, via onefitmodel)
I had myself convinced for so long that this was where I wanted to be in life, what I wanted to be doing, who I wanted to be with.. Until last night. I broke down, it hit me just how lonely I’ve been, how broken and aching and missing I’ve felt. Misplaced, misused, hopeless, downtrodden, miserable, alone and unwanted I’ve felt. So I cried for half an hour while my mind came to terms with this, I cried and cried.. It wasn’t until I heard the door close and smelt the cigarette smoke waft in that I stopped crying. Not only did I stop crying, I felt content. Life made sense. I was happy. There wasn’t a single miserable, depressed thought left in my head. My migraine was gone, my tension was gone. I was giddy, truly giddy. The feeling had me almost hyper, but because I wasn’t tense anymore I just wanted to sink into my mattress and sleep for an eternity. Hours later, and after not enough rest and I still feel kind of buzzed. I know what I want to do, where I want to go. And it’s freeing, I don’t feel trapped by settling for not enough anymore. I don’t care if I sound mean or unappreciative or like a using and abusive bitch, unless you’ve walked in my shoes and been through this shit personally you don’t get a say or opinion.
I am going to go enjoy the birds and a cup of tea and feel alive!