Gordon Ramsay is my favorite.
i just want to hug all of them
Fun story. I cooked for this dude, once. I did my kitchen apprenticeship at the family-style restaurant of one of New Zealand’s premiere chefs, and he knew Ramsay really well. He was in New Zealand for a few weeks, and Martin brought him by the restaurant to check it out. It was right on the beach, fucking gorgeous. I was the only one there (apprentice = bitch work = 4am starting shifts), and they asked me to whip up some breakfast for them. It was SUPER simple, fried fish, eggs cooked in bread, sausages. He was incredibly gracious and kind, asked me to join them (I couldn’t, too much work to do, so they sat at the kitchen window so they could talk to me), and was super interested in hearing about my english grandma, who had taught me how to cook. I won’t hear a single bad word against this man, for all of his kitchen hysterics, he treated me like an equal.gordon ramsay fandom
If you’re not in the Gordon Ramsay fandom you’re wrong.
I have so much love for everything about this including you guys thank you
my life is kind of like when you’re about to sneeze and then don’t
apparently when i was on acid, alcohol, hash and crack i woke chyna up to tell her i smoked crack so my brother knew and i didnt remember that i did that
I am going to hurt you.
You are going to hurt me.
But we will do it with practiced fingers
and passionate mouths
and I swear to god
it will be worth something.
it’s kind of hard to be near you and breathe at the same time.
i still remember
every single goddamn word you ever said to me.
i shouldn’t be the only one taking action to fix us. after
all, you were the one who
i don’t know,
i guess you’re still the most beautiful person i’ve ever seen
Outlines done… #embroidery (Taken with instagram)
i was having a good night and it got ruined by a facebook status and that made me feel stupid (and thus bad)
and now im sad and its stupid.
i just felt so shitty
what is so bad about me that boys date me, fuck other girls and stop talking to me and *then* break up with me
i just ffeel like im never good enough to be the one they actually want, just tthe one they fuck (and fuck over) while theyre looking for someone else
thank god for drugs
i feel better nownowp
Let me lay in your bed, talk of things you don’t know.
Take the clothes from my back, and make love to me slow.
and you’re free to think of all you feel and let go.
Do not tell me though.
every single lyric is accurate