I've neglected to take pictures of Blueberry. This Stellar's Jay, which are corvids, comes to my patio every morning for peanuts and sometimes is my alarm clock.
I think ive said it before but you really gotta feel bad for oedipus that wanting to fuck your mother got named after him. He really did not want to do that . It is central to oedipus rex how badly he didnt want to do that. Dick move by freud
It used to be 'If you don't have anything nice to say don't say anything at all' but social media has taught a lot of people in every generation that every single thought they have should be broadcast into the void and that includes cruelty.
HORIZON FORBIDDEN WEST - BURNING SHORES - ALOY
DIRECTOR: Hey Tom Hardy here is some weird shit we're gonna put on your face to hide your beautiful little kissy lips pretty boy mouth
TOM HARDY, ENTIRELY NOT LISTENING BECAUSE HE'S BUSY FORMULATING AN ACCENT NO HUMAN BEING ON EARTH HAS EVER FUCKING HAD: Sure boss
gothic horror rlly is just. aw fuck look at what youve done. the house has inherited your inter-generational trauma and in response has transformed itself into a metaphorical device to track the decay of the family. we're never gonna pay off that mortgage now
Eight miles of sock-weight wool. Approximately 733 hours and 25 minutes of labor. 7 years, 10 months, and 17 days since I started this journey. My grandmother's memorial blanket is finally finished. I don't know what to do with myself.
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On the off chance this post breaks containment as one of the previous update posts for this project did, here is context:
My grandmother, Helen, died in July of 2015. In life she was a quilter who was known for the very specific way she made log cabin quilts. She always started her squares with a red dot in the middle and ended them with two black strips on the outside. The squares always had dark colors on two sides and light colors on the other two sides. She would always arrange the squares so that they either formed light and dark diagonal stripes or nested diamonds.
After she died, I spent the next two months looking at her quilts and working on a lap blanket I was knitting to use up some left over yarn I had from making socks. At some point, I realized that the blanket I was working on was constructed in a similar way to a log cabin quilt square. And so, in September of 2015, I bought 15 colors of my go-to (at the time) sock yarn and began working on a copy of my grandmother’s favorite quilt pattern in my favorite medium as a memorial to her.
The Ravelry page for this project is here and it’s tagged on my blog as Helen’s Cabin.
i don’t want to derail my own post but i just have to address
I’m sorry??????? You “KNOW” nobody on THIS hellsite
Watched
The
Fucking
Lorax????
girls when a piece of media is executed to the fullest potential of its premise
*survives the horrors by being such a silly goofy guy that my presence fundamentally changes the genre*
Today in niche genres of joke that I can never get enough of and will probably still be secretly thinking about four years later
girls don't want makeup girls just want to know why augie burns his hand on the quickie griddle
When you go to Joanne's for yarn but then see a fabric pattern that speaks so deeply to your soul you decide to learn how to sew.
Shoutout to my Mom for having the patience to teach me wtf I was doing.
Just had a dream that a novel exists which is written from the POV of an old man dying in the 1920s in the form of diary entries and bit by bit it's revealed it's actually a closeted trans woman who was out during her youth and forced to recloset and now I desperately want to read it
The narrator was like, referring to a girl called Sarah in all the writings, and at the start it's super unclear who Sarah actually is and it's speculated by the people around that she may be a lover from the narrator's youth, until it's noted that Sarah had heterochromia and that's the defining trait of the narrator
Oh also Sarah did actually have a lover. They were T4T and lived in a little cottage by a lake until he was drowned in it and Sarah couldn't make ends meet anymore and had to recloset
Okay a bunch of people have told me to write the thing now so I've decided if this post gets 30K I'm turning the thing into an epistolary novel.
