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bitches whenever he shows up (i'm bitches)

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Reblog to give the person you reblogged from the ability to finish their WIPs

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i don't understand why people act like the older generation's way of texting is so passive aggressive and bad and wrong. old people type so differently from young people that it never even occurred to me to try interpreting their messages through my own text style, and it's actually really easy to pick up on their intended tone when you drop your biases.

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paws. touching paws. reaching out. booping me. booping you

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You have been booped by this empty wrapping paper tube.

Reblog to boop all of your followers with it.

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reblog if you are ok with mass booping

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Fiber arts is just Math in sheep's clothing

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first 5 faceless emojis are how your summers gonna go

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just saw this and it made me sob.

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Something that's sweet about German is when you introduce yourself, you can say you're The [Name]. Like you're the main one. The Ambassador of your name.

Like, hi, I am the Felix. The Ultimate Felix. The Felix of All Felix.

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Me trying to remember whether one with a house is a slug or a snail

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When I was in middle school, I tried to learn how to crochet. I knew how to knit already, so I figured ‘how hard could it be’ and used my Christmas money on a brand new set of aluminum hooks and a how-to book.

To say it was difficult was an understatement. I spent hours pouring over my book, begging to gain some inkling of understanding from what felt like incomprehensible runes. My reward? One lopsided trapezoid of lumpy fabric and a resolve to never pick up a crochet hook again.

And so life went on, I finished middle school and high school without giving crochet so much as a second glance. In college, I read about how crochet couldn’t be replicated by a machine, it was unique in a way that knitting and many other fiber arts weren’t.

For Christmas last year, my girlfriend gave me what I now consider to be my most prized possession: a crocheted plush of my favorite pokemon. I raved over her skills and, since she never learned how to knit, we decided to have a yarn date at some point and teach each other our respective skills.

We never did get around to that yarn date. She passed a few months after our declaration, leaving me to inherit what was left of her yarn.

Nearly a decade after my initial attempt, I got ready for the toughest battle of my life. My weapons? One skein of yarn, a YouTube video, and a crochet hook that I had somehow never gotten rid of.

I slowly made my way through the video, redoing my work a couple times until I was satisfied with my product: a small, slightly misshapen rectangle.

I looked at my pristinely-made pokemon plush with hope for the first time in months and thought to myself, ‘maybe crocheting isn’t the hardest thing in the world, maybe you were just 12.’

Maybe this isn’t the hardest thing in the world. Maybe I’m just 21.

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reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something

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once you realize its all saying the same thing. water spins generators in dams, car engines spin to make wheels spin, the earth spins in a circle and then spins around the sun which spins around the galaxy once you grasp that its all about spinning you realize why beyblade is so important

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Julian K. Jarboe, ‘First Contact, Communion’ from Everyone on the Moon Is Essential Personnel

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I’m not like other girls (asexual)