Since Saturday evening I have been eating tarts non-stop. Fate has decreed that my bed should be placed within the chamber that forms the patisserie and so I was very tempted to eat all night long. Luckily I reflected that I should master these passions and finally managed to fall asleep amidst all these seductive items.
Maximilien Robespierre. (via ilovemattress)
I feel that this needs to be remembered.
(via midshipmankennedy)
DON’T FORGET HIS ODE TO TARTS
I give thee thanks who first with skillful hand
Did fashion paste and pastry to command,
And gave to mortals this delicious dish
So nothing more was left for them to wish.
Have they raised altars to thy glorious name,
All consecrated to thy talents’ fame?
Hundreds of lands are prodigal of vows
The universe, its groves and temples, shows;
But of thy genius they have little ken,
Who brought Ambrosia on the earth to men
Pies reign in honour at their festal board
But thou’rt forgot as if by one accord.
(via bunniesandbeheadings)
EY FATTY BOOM BOOM 