At long last, we reach the end of the alphabet next week. The final Drop Caps go on sale next Wednesday!
Anonymous said: You fall in love and get heartbroken all the time, like me. Does it make you try and fall less/be more stoical, or do you just keep chucking yourself into stuff?
I think for me it is important to run on emotions because they motivate me to do better and be better. (They are handy for writing too as previously discussed on this tumblr.)
I wish I was a robot who didn’t hurt quite so much, but we are human. We can’t turn these things off. The best thing to realise is that you can only experience the chemical highs of being in love because you know what it is like to experience loneliness or heartbreak. The reason we recognise happiness is because we know what unhappiness is like.
The hardest thing for me to do is tell myself that loving someone or spending time on someone who drops you, uses you, fucks you over, or otherwise disrespects your time and feelings, the hardest thing about that is telling yourself that you shouldn’t be ashamed of having cared. Never regret love. It is not time wasted, it is not misspent. If you gave something to someone and they didn’t value it, it isn’t your fault, but you gave it its value, not them. You knew it was worth something. You understood who you were and what it meant.
You have to go back out there. Nothing would get done without it. Remember the people who wasted your time, and make sure you keep your distance in future. But don’t punish other people because the last one didn’t understand what it was you gave them.
Never ever regretting loving things or people is how you carry on. My greatest asset is that I just can’t be more stoic. It is probably also my greatest flaw. But I try not to worry too much. One day someone will understand that the person I am is the person they want.
I also have a Minaj for this as well. There is a Minaj for every occasion.
Anonymous said: What is the Bake Off?
What ISN’T the Bake Off?
The Bake Off is hopes and dreams, triumphs and disasters. It is one contestant’s struggle against the proving drawer, the soggy bottom, the piping bag. It is scones, victory snatched from the jaws of defeat, and the inadvisable use of lavender. It is birth, death, and every joy and sorrow in between. It is a brass band score, a sunny afternoon, a smear of flour on a fevered brow. It is the satisfying crunch of successful puff pastry, the forgiveness in Mary Berry’s eyes, the unanswerable question of how a cake can be ‘too cakey’. It is baking techniques that no one has heard of, it is the humble loaf raised to the most glorious standard. It is gallows humour in the face of the impossible, it is astonished incredulity in the face of the improbable.
It is everything.