Emilia Clarke and Lena Headey photographed by Peggy Sirota for Rolling Stone
It’s like you just know. And you just give your entire life to someone knowing that you can share it and you won’t get hurt. It’s knowing you won’t get hurt. And it’s trusting someone so much, and it’s sometimes forgetting how you got along without them. And it’s looking at someone and not even being a little upset that you could spend the rest of your life getting to know them. Because a thousand years from now, when we are still together, I know you’ll still be surprising me. And it’s just pure love. It’s pride and happiness and makes you a better person and it’s just like you sometimes just need to crawl into someone and stay there for awhile, and it’s a need you’ve always had but then I finally found with you. You love me when I’m good, you love me when I’m bad, you love me when I’m smelly and sweaty from work, you love me when I’m crying and when I’m laughing, you love me when I’m cooking us ramen while drooling over 52k necklaces, you love me when I’m wrong just as much as when I’m right.
It’s obscene how much I think about food.
or how many times in my life I’ve cried about food. Almost to the point where sometimes I think it’s a really unhealthy obsession. But it’s not like I’m sitting here thinking about like, eating. I don’t know how to describe the difference.
I just found out the price of Momofuku and started crying. This is the second time I’ve cried about food in 24 hours. Like, what is wrong with me?
It is PAINFUL to me how cheap Momofuku is. Like, dude, you’re motherfucking MOMOFUKU, CHARGE MORE FOR YOUR FOOD. I walked by there the other day on a hunt for soba noodles with my mom and I gave her a quick, hope filled look and she said “Sarah you know I do normally agree to those kinds of places but I just can’t justify spending 100$ on lunch right now”
TWO DOLLARS. MOMOFUKU HAS THINGS ON THEIR MENU FOR 2 DOLLARS. AND THE ENTIRE MENU IS PRICES LIKE A GODDAMN TGI FRIDAYS. And I DIDN’T GO THERE. WHEN THERE WERE SEATS AVAILABLE. WTF WORLD? WTF?
I always thought I’d have a friend do my wedding cake. NOPE. NOOOPE. Motherfucking MOMOFUKU.
just read this: charred squid salad – avocado, jalapeño, coffee
and I audibly squealed like a pig.
