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Keegan Sweeney

Super Chunky Blankets and Giant Knit Fashion by Anna Mo

Ukranian designer Anna Mo creates hand-knitted blankets and other knitted pieces, which are made from extremely thick yarn.  Each stitch is three inches and constructed from oversized knitting needles. Composed of 100% merino wool, Mo’s creations are soft to the touch and lightweight. You can find more of her chunky knitted designs on her Etsy shop.

This is to anyone out there that’s listening From everyone that ever let you down and went missing Lovers, parents, best friends, and siblings Sometimes life conspires to make liars of good men

I’m sorry I wasn’t who you thought I was Fuck it– I’m sorry I wasn’t who I thought I was I said no matter what, I’d always be there, but that wasn’t honest Because I’m not And ‘cause that ain’t how life goes Broken promise

Growing up, I always thought I was one of the good guys I thought it was black and white like that That I could nurture my good side But I’ve caused hurt and I’ve stripped pride Both on the surface and inside I wasn’t cursed with a dark side, I was just normal Average, regular, nothing special, I’m telling you Just being human makes you both God and the Devil’s clear replica I’ve had my emotions crushed and maybe crushed a few along the way And at the time, I meant every single word I would say Every word of love, and every word of hate Every time I would adore, and every time I’d berate But time passes, and sometimes those emotions fade Making liars of both the threats and the promises made

But is a lie really a lie if you mean it at the time? How can a lie be a lie if you mean it at the time? A lie can’t be a lie if you mean it at the time How can a lie be a lie if you mean it?

This is to anyone out there that’s listening This is to This is to anyone out there that’s still breathing

I bought a heartbreak hotel On my own, with no investors Closed it down and opened the “Fuck you, get over it” bed and breakfast In loving memory of having loving memories Of combustible emotions, and having real enemies

Typically poetically dramatic endings Were once a trademark of mine Patents pending And the mighty height of emotions on parting ways Was always grander than the connections of the early days

When we were fighting, there used to be thunder and lightning Ferociously frightening, a clash of the titans Emotions heightened, every single muscle tightened An addiction to the thrill of the fight, the excitement

Love at first sight always seemed unconsidered I’d rather love at first fight, and then onto double figures An unconditional love? Well, that just means nothing In love with the mere idea of loving something

Always just hunting for that near-life experience In fear of missing something vital from your own existence All your emotions subconsciously thought out and scripted Less about how you’re feeling More about how you fucking depict it

But all that stops when one day you just decide to stop playing along That point in time when the most amazing things in the world can just as easily seem Pedestrian

You’ve lost both that loving and that loathing feeling Turns out, hell does have a bottom And heaven, a ceiling Both love and hate become opaque in time’s wake A face that once summons rage now summons nothing Whether it’s emotions tethered, nerve endings severed Or just the outlook you acquire when you’re a little more weathered Remaining conscious of this all, and in a way, feeling above it Still feels like bad riddance to good rubbish