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atlasobscura:

The History of Candy Corn: Labor-Intensive, Timeless, Gross
Halloween provides a cavalcade of whimsical scares for children and adults alike, but nothing chills the bones quite as much as the piles of candy corn left at the bottom of pumpkins and pillowcases across America.
A 2010 market research survey found that candy corn was in fact the least popular Halloween candy of all those polled. Despite being the consolation prize of confections, candy corn is a ubiquitous part of Halloween and continues to sell billions of kernels each year. The waxy little treat may not be loved, but its relentless domination of an otherwise pleasant night of ghouls and sexy nurses is over one hundred years in the making.
For a full breakdown of something so disgusting, keep reading the History of Candy Corn: Halloween’s Most Iconic and Reviled Treat, on Atlas Obscura!

atlasobscura:

The History of Candy Corn: Labor-Intensive, Timeless, Gross

Halloween provides a cavalcade of whimsical scares for children and adults alike, but nothing chills the bones quite as much as the piles of candy corn left at the bottom of pumpkins and pillowcases across America.

A 2010 market research survey found that candy corn was in fact the least popular Halloween candy of all those polled. Despite being the consolation prize of confections, candy corn is a ubiquitous part of Halloween and continues to sell billions of kernels each year. The waxy little treat may not be loved, but its relentless domination of an otherwise pleasant night of ghouls and sexy nurses is over one hundred years in the making.

For a full breakdown of something so disgusting, keep reading the History of Candy Corn: Halloween’s Most Iconic and Reviled Treat, on Atlas Obscura!

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dear-fillintheblank:

To Oliver: I’m supposed to be in love with you best friend. And I was. For a long time. And when I met you, I remember thinking that there was sometime different about you. I mistook loving you for fascination because I loved your best friend— when, really, I swear I found another piece of me someone inside you. We are too similar, the things you say affect me too much, we met under conditions that are too strange… I have never believed in fate until now. Perhaps someday I will tell you.