Mortal enemies.



My Favorite Vegan Entree Round Up (I love pasta, okay)

General Tso’s Tempeh (GF)

Vegan Mac ‘N’ Cheese

BBQ Cauliflower Salad with Vegan Ranch

Baked Stuffed Shells with Cheesy Butternut Squash

Vegan Quesadilla with Pinto Beans & Pepperjack Cheese

Green Tea Pesto Pasta

Lentil Lettuce Tacos (GF)

Tofu Lasagne Rolls

Brussels Sprout & Tempeh Stir Fry

Vegan Fried Chicken

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Today, the Occupy Wall Street movement was briefly and brazenly resurrected when their Twitter account took over the New York City Police Department’s #myNYPD campaign with photographic reminders of brutality carried out against OWS protestors just over two years ago.  Hashtag “oops.”(via the New York Daily News)

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You know, you spend your childhood watching TV, assuming that at some point in the future everything you see there will one day happen to you: that you too will win a Formula One race, hop a train, foil a group of terrorists, tell someone ‘Give me the gun’, etc. Then you start secondary school, and suddenly everyone’s asking you about your career plans and your long-term goals, and by goals they don’t mean the kind you are planning to score in the FA Cup. Gradually the awful truth dawns on you: that Santa Claus was just the tip of the iceberg- that your future will not be the rollercoaster ride you’d imagined, that the world occupied by your parents, the world of washing the dishes, going to the dentist, weekend trips to the DIY superstore to buy floor-tiles, is actually largely what people mean when they speak of ‘life’. Now, with every day that passes, another door seems to close, the one marked PROFESSIONAL STUNTMAN, or FIGHT EVIL ROBOT, until as the weeks go by and the doors - GET BITTEN BY SNAKE, SAVE WORLD FROM ASTEROID, DISMANTLE BOMB WITH SECONDS TO SPARE- keep closing, you begin to hear the sound as a good thing, and start closing some yourself, even ones that didn’t necessarily need to be closed…
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No matter what anybody tells you, words and ideas can change the world.

We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.

(Dead Poets Society, 1989)