you feel it when they take it away

literary_sugar, posting in bakebakebake @ 04:06 pm: First time poster: English muffins
I love to bake and have been following this community for quite some time but yet have never posted. But since I've started my own blog I feel like its time to start sharing my photos and favorite recipes in other places as well!

This past weekend my boyfriend and I made english muffins and they were so easy and delicious.




( More pictures this way )

patsrockmybosox, posting in bakebakebake @ 03:59 pm: My first time....
... making brownies from scratch!

I don't know how or why, but I have a subscription to Better Homes & Gardens Magazine. I have neither a home (of my own, at least) nor a garden, so I just look at the recipes in the back. A couple of months ago I found a recipe for Cinnamon-Spice Chocolate Brownies and thought they sounded both delicious and easy to make.

( the saga continues (with a lot of pictures!) )

Tags: brownies, chocolate, mint

allmemine, posting in bakebakebake @ 11:35 am: Experimental cornbread!
I just found out I'm allergic to wheat, milk, and sugar, so I had to come up with a way to alter my go-to cornbread recipe.

I put together 2 cups of masa (Mexican corn meal - other kinds might be sweeter, but it's what I had), 1 tbsp baking powder, 2 eggs, 1 tsp salt, 3 tbsp margarine, and 1 cup soy milk, then baked for 15 minutes at 450.

It turned out ok, but I'm thinking all the substitution I did made it turn skewy, because it's a bit hard and it's not as sweet as I'd like. I guess they're not too bad, though, seeing that my roommates devoured them. However, I'd like to improve it. Any suggestions?

Tags: gluten-free

angelsflame, posting in quotes @ 08:33 am: And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our fear, our presence automatically liberates others.
- Marianne Williamson

niainneverland, posting in indiemixtape @ 06:17 am: bands related to The Smiths or The Cure
any bands with the smiths sound or the cure?
it doesn't have to be completely like them, i'm pretty open minded
and its alright if its not indie :)

invisig0th, posting in quotes @ 03:28 am: What if I said I'm not like the others? What if I said I'm not just another one of your plays? You're the Pretender.

filmsandspace @ 01:24 am: this is all i have to say:

orange_fell, posting in greatpoets @ 11:05 pm: Stony Town
Stony Town
John Shaw Neilson

If ever I go to Stony Town, I'll go as to a fair,
With bells and men and a dance-girl with the heat-wave in her hair:
I'll ask the birds that live in the road; for I dream (though it may not be)
That the eldest song was a forest thought, and the singer was a tree.

Oh, Stony Town is a hard town! It buys and sells and buys:
It will not pity the plights of youth or any love in the eyes:
No curve they follow in Stony Town; but the straight line and the square:
- And the girl shall dance them a royal dance, like a blue wren at his prayer.

Oh, Stony Town is a hard town! It sells and buys and sells:
- Merry men I will take with me, and seven and twenty bells:
The bells will laugh and the men will laugh, and the girl shall shine so fair
With the scent of love and cinnamon shaken out of her hair.

Her skirts shall be of the gossamer, full thirty inches high;
And her lips shall move as the flowers move to see the winds go by:
The men will laugh, and the bells will laugh, to find the world so young;
And the girl shall go as a velvet bird, with a quick step on her tongue.

She shall cry aloud that a million moons for a lover is not long,
And her mouth shall be as the green honey of the honey-eater's song:
- If ever I go to Stony Town, I'll go as to a fair,
And the girl shall shake with the cinnamon and the heat-wave in her hair.

himnskin, posting in literaryquotes @ 12:45 am: Quotes from Burned by Ellen Hopkins
"I began to view the world at large through borrowed eyes, eyes more like those I wanted to own."

"In my view having babies was supposed to be something beautiful, not a duty. Something incredible, not role-playing. Bringing new life into this dying world, promising hope for a sane tomorrow. As I saw it, any expectation of sanity rested in a woman's womb."

"It wasn't like my life had changed at all, and maybe that was part of the problem. Because something inside me was different. Shifting, like a tide or sand dune. That something was growing, stretching, taking shape beneath my skin. And I wondered if very soon it might blow me apart at the seams."

harktislark, posting in greatpoets @ 10:31 pm: William Carlos Williams, "A Love Song"
What have I to say to you
When we shall meet?
Yet—
I lie here thinking of you.

The stain of love
Is upon the world.
Yellow, yellow, yellow,
It eats into the leaves,
Smears with saffron
The horned branches that lean
Heavily
Against a smooth purple sky.

There is no light—
Only a honey-thick stain
That drips from leaf to leaf
And limb to limb
Spoiling the colours
Of the whole world.

I am alone.
The weight of love
Has buoyed me up
Till my head
Knocks against the sky.

See me!
My hair is dripping with nectar—
Starlings carry it
On their black wings.
See, at last
My arms and my hands
Are lying idle.

How can I tell
If I shall ever love you again
As I do now?

Tags: william carlos williams

sistahraven, posting in _survivors_ @ 01:20 am: Thought Stirring Question: Public
( Cut for triggers: Telling others, mention of therapy non-detailed. )

This week's questions:

- Who have you decided to tell about the abuse/rape you've survived? Why did you choose them to tell?

- How did you tell them, and how soon after the abuse or rape?

- What level of detail did you share with them, and what advice would you have to other survivors about how much detail to share?

Tags: thought stirring post

psilocybelarvae, posting in greatpoets @ 10:12 am: The Philosopher | Sara Teasdale
The Philosopher

I saw him sitting in his door,
Trembling as old men do;
His house was old; his barn was old,
And yet his eyes seemed new.

His eyes had seen three times my years
And kept a twinkle still,
Though they had looked at birth and death
And three graves on a hill.

"I will sit down with you," I said,
"And you will make me wise;
Tell me how you have kept the joy
Still burning in your eyes."

Then like an old-time orator
Impressively he rose;
"I make the most of all that comes,
The least of all that goes."

The jingling rhythm of his words
Echoes as old songs do,
Yet this had kept his eyes alight
Till he was ninety-two.

- Sara Teasdale

Tags: sara teasdale

neukpuppy, posting in literaryquotes @ 08:50 pm: Jonathan Swift, "Thoughts on Various Subjects, Moral and Diverting"
"When a true genius appears in the world, you may know him by this sign, that the dunces are all in confederacy against him."

sassysnow, posting in literaryquotes @ 03:32 pm: Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, The Sorrows of Young Werther
Indeed, I am nothing but a wanderer and a pilgrim on this earth ! And what more are you ?

cseresznie, posting in literaryquotes @ 09:13 pm: emmanuel levinas
for others, in spite of myself, from myself.

autrement qu 'être.

leda_swanson, posting in greatpoets @ 10:13 pm: The Two by Yevgeny Yevtushenko.
  
  Two people loving each other make a rebellion of two.
  It is a thundering whisper breaking abuses through.
  
  Two lovers in hay, or woodbine, make God Almighty's light,
  it is like a waltzing ball of innumerous threads of life.
  
  Two people adoring each other resemble two orphan kids
  that cling to the skirt of beauty like puppies reaching for feeds.
  
  They are a sort of skin-readers and linguists of human eyes.
  To understand the tremors they don't need any advice.
  
  The bed-sheets they've crumbled they value more than anything else.
  The names that they whisper are greater than any of greatest names.
  
  It is a serious menace, conspiracy, biggest of all. It is a rebellion of body
  against separation from soul. It is uncontrollable, and it's
  
  like two kingdoms, or two nations merged voluntarily
  without declaring a war. Staring like freaks and sneering,
  
  the crowd have got a good mind to wait for severe punishment
  for love is said to be blind. But would it be worth getting married
  
  if we were to decide to cure ourselves from happiness,
  the pleasure of being blind? If blindness is laughed at squeamishly,
  
  then, I imagine, the world can perish from an explosion,
  and rise from a whispered word.




(Translated from the Russian by Alec Vagapov)
  

Tags: yevgeny yevtushenko

straussdc, posting in literaryquotes @ 09:56 pm: F. Scott Fitzgerald, Bernice Bobs Her Hair
"At eighteen our convictions are hills from which we look; at forty-five they are caves in which we hide."

rosieandtheband, posting in indiemixtape @ 08:50 pm: Loud, obnoxious music that will wake you up in the morning. No electronic, really.

__stereotherapy, posting in literaryquotes @ 08:22 pm: bukowski
drunk on the dark streets of some city,
it's night, you're lost, where's your
room?
you enter a bar to find yourself,
order scotch and water.
damned bar's sloppy wet, it soaks
part of one of your shirt
sleeves.
It's a clip joint-the scotch is weak.
you order a bottle of beer.
Madame Death walks up to you
wearing a dress.
she sits down, you buy her a
beer, she stinks of swamps, presses
a leg against you.
the bar tender sneers.
you've got him worried, he doesn't
know if you're a cop, a killer, a
madman or an
Idiot.
you ask for a vodka.
you pour the vodka into the top of
the beer bottle.
It's one a.m. In a dead cow world.
you ask her how much for head,
drink everything down, it tastes
like machine oil.

you leave Madame Death there,
you leave the sneering bartender
there.

you have remembered where
your room is.
the room with the full bottle of
wine on the dresser.
the room with the dance of the
roaches.
Perfection in the Star Turd
where love died
laughing

sydneygirl90, posting in literaryquotes @ 08:14 pm: Richard Adams, Watership Down
All the world will be your enemy, Prince of a thousand enemies.
And when they catch you, they will kill you…


But first, they must catch you.