fuck yeah cupcakes

thermochemistry:

life is painful

life is tough

life sucks

i wanna die, ok?

eat a cupcake.

Eating a feeling

thingsiatethatilove:

I got a semi distressing phone call just as I was passing The Bakery at the corner of Myrtle and Vanderbilt (its name is actually The Bakery, I checked) and after I got off the phone I went in to see if they had their very good hot chocolate.  They didn’t because it’s too warm out, but they did have cupcakes.  Normally I am not a huge fan of cupcakes (INTERNET SACRILEGE!) — I feel like the ratio of frosting to cake is always off; layer cake is an elegant solution to the problem of getting bites that are all cake/all frosting, and why mess with perfection?  But by the time the lady behind the counter had finished describing all the flavors to me I felt obligated, not unpleasantly, to buy one. The rows were arrayed together in the case so that their colors evoked the colors of autumn leaves: chocolate with peanut butter frosting, spice cake with cream cheese frosting, and lemon.  I got the spice cake.  The cream cheese frosting had tiny autumn-leaf sprinkles.  The cake was dry and dense and a little gummy (in a good way) and the frosting was tangy, not too rich or sweet but of course very rich and sweet.  The whole thing was small enough that it didn’t leave me feeling sick or sleepy.  I still have to deal with my problems but at least I got to eat something that I loved today.