Isn't It

The tour de fleece posts have begun and I'm feeling envy, I have been slowly (and thus far unsuccessfully) been trying to buy a spinning wheel for weeks.

Spinning wheels aren't that hard to acquire normally, but I want the kind my friend Dafydd invented that folds itself into a little cabinet. And my friend Dafydd is a 70 year old man who builds stuff for fun so I don't know if he has any wheels finished right now or if he'd be willing to make me one. And also I don't have his phone number so I just have to go places he's likely to be until I find him, and the range of places he could be is wide. Last time he disappeared for a few weeks he'd literally gone to Antarctica.

i'm sorry i didn't respond to your DM for 23 days. the number on the notification icon got really big and i began having irrational anxious thoughts such as "what if people are in there trying to contact me"

being as i am an idiot, and having been one my whole life, i just wanna say that i find it very easy to do nothing, and go nowhere. i eat chocolate late at night in the dark. i stand in the garden also. and i’m often waiting for something to happen. and i’m stupid.

WHY

seeing this door makes me feel like i have never truly contemplated the possibilities of doors as a concept, as though a new understanding of what it means to be a door has been forced upon me

help I’m having ideas beyond my available free time