My analogy between money and cooking
Making money is like cooking a meal. When you experience money scarcity, it's akin to not having access to many recipes or lacking the creativity to come up with a satisfying meal.
You may only afford a few ingredients or recipes due to circumstances, but these recipes still generate income. Having a job is similar to dining out at a restaurant – you're limited to what's on the menu, someone else makes the money for you, and you have little control over the ingredients or preparation.
Cooking at home with homegrown ingredients mirrors using your own tools and original ideas to generate income; you're starting from scratch and have full creative control.
Using premade mixes, like Betty Crocker brownie mix, with added ingredients is akin to leveraging existing resources and industry standards to make money. However, some ambitions, like baking a gigantic cake, may require access to commercial kitchens due to their specialized equipment, similar to how certain money-making endeavors require industry-level resources.
In the context of the analogy, having somebody cook for you and use their resources to make meals would be akin to receiving passive income or investments where others handle the money-making process on your behalf. You're essentially benefiting from the efforts and resources of others without actively participating in the money-making process yourself. It's like having a chef prepare meals for you based on their expertise and resources, and you enjoy the results without having to be directly involved in the cooking process.
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I went to a hippie art school in California. You would lose your mind studying the people there. Vegans? Weak. I knew honest to god freegans. Both kinds.
My Aunt Lynn once gave herself and her family intestinal parasites by dumpster diving for meat a supermarket threw out.
Nothing against freegans actually, I'm all for reducing food waste, but for the love of fuck don't do it with expired beef and pork that've been in a dumpster in 85F heat for hours
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being blindfolded during sex, unknowing to the fact that they’ve been taking pretty photos of you the whole time on your phone <3 maybe even recording it so that the next time you open your camera roll, you’ll get to watch yourself being fucked
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currently thinking about edging sub!ellie...so...whoops
"hnnn- fuckfuckfuck baby, please." she'd whine into your ear, clawing wherever she could reach on you, scratching up your shoulder blades, digging into your waist. as soon as you feel the familiar flutters of her pussy around your skillful fingers, you'd pull away with a smirk, watching her gleefully.
you slow your movements until there's only a stationary pad of your finger resting on her pulsing clit. you stare down at her as she's gasping and bordering on tearing up, face all red and hair disheveled. auburn strands a stark contrast from the white pillow she's laid upon.
she'd try to squirm around to make you continue touching her, but you don't comply. frustrated huffs and grunts fall from her lips as her bare chest heaves up and down with desperation.
"hmmm?" you'd coo at her, voice sweet on the surface, but laced with a patronizing taunt.
she'd sigh, muster up her remaining energy and throw a deathly glare at you, sharp enough to kill a man painlessly. unfortunately for her it only amuses you further, and you bite back a sneer.
eyebrows scrunched together with her gaze not leaving yours, she sputters through a clenched jaw, "i'm gonna kill you." you can't help but chuckle at the threat. you know she doesn't mean it, it was always funny when she got feisty.
"oh you don't wanna do that, no one fucks you as good as i do, baby." you finish your rebuttal by re-inserting two fingers into her weeping pussy once more, curling skyward until you hit the spot that breaks her.
within moments her back is arching into you and eyes squeezing shut, a symphony of melodic moans and whimpers flooding the room.
"yeah, that's what you wanted?" you tease, but it's ignored. you'll allow it this time. pumping in and out of her, you can tell she's getting close again, and the thought to rip it away from her yet again crosses your mind, but you've lost count at this point.
she's gripping onto your other arm as if her life depended on it, holding on so hard you swear you'll lose feeling in it.
never letting up your pace her whines increase in volume and frequency, her pussy swallowing up your digits with ease.
you're entranced by her, she's done so well you'll let her cum, finally. she's earned it.
"pleaseplease, yes, ah-" incoherent strings of pleas and delicious begs escape her, you watch as her toned abs flex and cave in as the feeling begins to build for her.
"that's it, c'mon." you mumble a praise, which acts as the gateway for her to let go and succumb to the release enveloping her.
steadily working her through it, thumb rolling over her clit and fingers milking the orgasm out of her until it becomes too much.
she's breathing deeply once it's passed and seems finally at peace after so long, so much denial. you lay on top of her, peppering open-mouthed kisses against the side of her neck, running your hands over her waist.
"you're so mean." she mumbles, her voice taken on a drowsy aura from the exertion.
"i know. but you love it."
"i do."
um HELLO the fuck idk what came over me needed to get this outta my system ig LMAO literally typed this in like 10 minutes in the app bye
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