normal woman with a normal amount of hobbies

sits on my own blog like it’s the edge of a lake wistfully

skips a stone over a few posts

So like an hour ago I just lear🪨︵︵ned that— what the fuck was that. Someone just skipped a rock across my post did you see that

*while sewing*: you are a fabric. you can stay a fabric. you do not yearn to return to being string.

*while spinning*: you are a thread. you can stay a thread. you do not yarn to return to being fluff.

*while recycling textile waste*: you are trash. please don’t stay trash. i yearn for you to return to being string or fluff or chemical soup with industrial uses.

what they DONT tell you about clarinets is that you have to fucking build the damn thing every single time. "what instrument do you play" fucking legos man idk

about build clarinets damn do DONT every fucking fucking have idk instrument is legos man play" single tell that the they thing time. to what "what you you you

I really need to start reading the blog name because I thought I was having some sort of moment right there.

*while sewing*: you are a fabric. you can stay a fabric. you do not yearn to return to being string.

hate when people say something along the lines of "we must get along so well because you are/i am [some astrological sign]" to me. what are you fucking talking about. we get along because im fucking nice. a decision which i regret when you say shit like that

They just invented the world’s fastest sandwich. They’re calling it the autobáhn mì

I saw someone spell it "whimsicle" today. Like popsicle

i bet it feels good as fuck to intend to do something and then actually do it

reading fanfiction is just an exercising in thinking to yourself 'I don't think these specific characters would like bdsm if I'm being honest'