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#obligatorypretzelphoto There’s something so therapeutic and satisfying about baking; about creating something entirely new from separate parts and giving it a form. After it was finished rising, I worked with the dough for over an hour last night, until each pretzel was where I wanted it. I took my time and enjoyed the process of creating, unfocused on the end result or the growlings of tummies. The patience paid off as I’ve never made a crunchier yet softer pretzel. Dare I say, this was my best batch yet.

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The gang’s all here! Time to play host.

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Up early to do a little baking. This must be what people mean by “wake and bake”…

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Cucumber vodka sodas on the private patio, specially reserved for summer days like these, where my only care is getting sun on my hair.

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My heart has been heavy these past couple of days after learning about the passing of this beautiful lady on Saturday. Autumn was my favorite dog to walk this earth and she ignited my love affair with dogs everywhere. The time I got to spend with her will burn bright in my memories for years to come. It’s rough knowing I won’t get to kiss her on the head again or snuggle up next to her at the park but I can’t help but be thankful that a life could touch me so deeply as to cause this much heartache. I love you, babygirl. Thank you for loving me back.

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#tbt to that time @iamteaguefierce @honey_baliota and I did a Very Mary Kate bar crawl. #vmk #blimp #favesies

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I am not afraid to die, but to think I haven’t lived. That terrifies me.

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I’m disappointed in the SCOTUS ruling today. I feel as though throughout my whole life I’ve had religion thrust upon me: I was raised in a very religious household where the majority of the pastimes I was allowed to take part in were church-centric, and was taught not to think for myself and decide what it is I believe, but to listen and obey the words from men I had never met. Asking questions was met with “You need to go pray.” It wasn’t until I was 18 that I was able to “escape” it; a feat that involved me moving out of my house while still in high school.

I support everyone’s right to believe and worship how they choose but I don’t think it’s OK to subject the world around you to your religion. So you don’t believe in contraception? Don’t use it. You don’t want gay marriage? Don’t get gay married. If it’s a matter of trying to “save” the world or its people, first ask us if we want to be “saved” and if we decline, leave it be. If we get smitten by a wrathful god, we get smitten. The world will keep turning and the clock will keep ticking whether or not someone’s health plan covers birth control or whether or not I’m allowed to march down the aisle but this heaven-on-earth you think you’re moving towards is just a world in which those who have tried to liberate themselves from organized religion find themselves confronted with it at every turn. America was founded by those escaping persecution for their religious beliefs, a fact that’s hard for me to fathom seeing as how I’m trying to escape persecution on a daily basis for my secular/atheist beliefs. It goes to show that no matter what you believe, or rather if you’ve chosen to not believe, you’re still subjugated to the suffocating iron fist of religion in this country.

I respect your beliefs, please respect the fact that I’ve chosen not to participate in religion.

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It’s not raining cats & dogs, it’s raining elephants & water buffalo. #storm #rain

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Mr. And Mrs. #greague