Look, a Wannabe!
A Comic Artist & Character Designer. I like drawing surreal illustrations and concepts stemming from deep rooted thoughts and notions of the big wide world.
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Candy bars? Healthy? Maybe not when they’re store bought, but making these homemade Almond Joys is delicious, easy, and guilt-free! Almonds reduce the risk of heart attack and lower bad cholesterol, coconut is great for boosting thyroid function and can help our bodies fight illness, and dark chocolate increases blood flow and improves brain function. Best part? Vegan and gluten free 

2 cups shredded coconut (unsweetened. can be dried or fresh)
1/2 cup unflavored rice milk
1 tbsp coconut oil coconut butter (as binding agent)
1 tbsp agave
20 (+/-) raw almonds
about 8 ounces dark chocolate 

For detailed instructions, visit ChowVida.Com!

Almond Joys were my FAVORITE candy bar growing up. I can’t wait to make these (with fair-trade dark chocolate and coconut, yay!).



I didn’t know Siri did this, but I was just seeing what she would say, this is really great actually. This makes me happy

this is fucking awesome 

"Someone once asked me, “Why do you insist on taking the hard road?” I replied, “Why do you assume I see two roads?”"
-Unknown (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
"Eventually soulmates meet, for they have the same hiding place."
-Robert Brault (via perfect)
"Writing is the hardest way of earning a living, with the possible exception of wrestling alligators."
-Olin Miller (via writingquotes)

“My heart is stronger now that you’re in it”

"If I got rid of my demons, I’d lose my angels."
-Tennessee Williams (via likeafieldmouse)
"If you had stars inside your brain cells you’d probably understand what I am talking about."
-Ernest Hemingway, from The Complete Short Stories  (via violentwavesofemotion)
"Airports see more sincere kisses than wedding halls. The walls of hospitals have heard more prayers than the walls of churches."
-(via dysenterygay)
"Regret nothing. Not the cruel novels you read
to the end just to find out who killed the cook.
Not the insipid movies that made you cry in the dark,
in spite of your intelligence, your sophistication.
Not the lover you left quivering in a hotel parking lot,
the one you beat to the punchline, the door, or the one
who left you in your red dress and shoes, the ones
that crimped your toes, don’t regret those.
Not the nights you called god names and cursed
your mother, sunk like a dog in the living room couch,
chewing your nails and crushed by loneliness.
You were meant to inhale those smoky nights
over a bottle of flat beer, to sweep stuck onion rings
across the dirty restaurant floor, to wear the frayed
coat with its loose buttons, its pockets full of struck matches.
You’ve walked those streets a thousand times and still
you end up here. Regret none of it, not one
of the wasted days you wanted to know nothing,
when the lights from the carnival rides
were the only stars you believed in, loving them
for their uselessness, not wanting to be saved.
You’ve traveled this far on the back of every mistake,
ridden in dark-eyed and morose but calm as a house
after the TV set has been pitched out the upstairs
window. Harmless as a broken ax. Emptied
of expectation. Relax. Don’t bother remembering
any of it. Let’s stop here, under the lit sign
on the corner, and watch all the people walk by."
-"Antilamentation", Dorianne Laux (via luxology)