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"My Brother Stole Every Spoon in the House" - Steven Espada Dawson
so we don't eat soup anymore. We tried. The bone broth fell right through our forks, our fingers, stained the carpets. We all learned to speak twelve languages but only the words for good morning and hospital. In Old Norse my mom learns the phrase where are all the fucking spoons. Brian went outside, whispered swears to the poplars. They bent their necks to hear him. Brian went outside and left forever, took the rest of the silverware. Brian went outside and left a thousand doodles he drew, every happy animal that wasn't him. We crumpled them like origami roadkill. Stomped them under our feet until they became wine between our toes. We're still drinking it now, ten years later. I don't know how magnets work. If I tied a million together, could they pull him here? The cutlery turned ash in his pockets. That heavy metal in his blood.
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Ever since I started birdwatching it seems like there are more birds around.
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A creature is brewing 🪿
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Mistakes have been made!!
Believe it or not, when you make big blocks, you get a big quilt. I couldn’t even fit it all on the floor.
(Something like 90’ by 81’, way bigger then the throws I usually make)
#this is why you don’t measure with your heart#how am i going to quilt this#my poor sewing machine#quilting#quilters of tumblr
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love that one calvin and hobbes strip where they try to commit ecoterrorism

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Painting bugs on your nails is wonderful because now I have a little buddy with me as I hand sew 🐞
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In any lifetime I’d find you, geometry
Fiber arts is just Math in sheep's clothing
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Fibre crafts are 50% soothing repetitive action and 50% "God Fucking Damnit"
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Quilt inspired veggie stained glass :)
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