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It has been so many months.. . I don't remember why I posted this what js this about why dies it have 500 notes 😐

my first word was dada. yes like the art movement i was a precocious child

well the difference is that stalactites are for sucking and stalagmites are for fucking

posting and deleting is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off

Not to get emotional on main but I’ve been looking in second hand stores for sewing patterns, and I always find lying next to it a basket of handmade doilies, jumpers, quilts, and it’s almost more than I can bear. I knit, I crochet, I’ve given most lace types a go so I know the painstaking time that goes into each piece, and it feels so cruel to see them and to be offered them for two dollars fifty, two dollars fifty for a year of a woman’s life devoted to what she loved. I’ve been recreating my grandmother’s lace, hoping I can find in a missed stitch the connection I missed before her memories failed. But among her projects is a yellow tablecloth, 6 segments of crocheted lace, the 6th unfinished. I don’t even know if there was meant to be a 7th. You find the same in op shops, crocheted granny squares and sets of just 7, rewound wool still holding the shape of a ghost of a project. I like to imagine it holds something within it, something I could reach if only I picked it up and finished it. I wish I had time, to repair a thousand womens crafts, but I’m so short on time, so busy with projects I only hope will sit next to the work of these artists when I pass.

the butchers knife fandom is really dyin out, reblog if you love cleavage

we r all faggots and pointless animals. curls up next to you and falls asleep on yr chest.