The photo is not very good and I still need to wash and iron it, but I couldn't wait to show my first ever big cross stitch project;
Love how it turned out, especially with the green embroidery thread (cotton thread on linen)
Fun story. When I was actively being stalked (both online and IRL), I contacted the police exactly one time. I showed them the physical notes that had been left under the wiper blade on my car after I blocked the man on social media. I showed them the previous Facebook messages this man had sent me that described, in detail, what he wanted to do to me.
The police said they couldn’t help me because the man had not actually physically done any of those things to me. He’d just talked about his desires. They even made excuses for him. He’s awkward. He’s lonely. You’re pretty. It’s a compliment.
So friendly reminder that when a man with a record and weapons makes verbal/written threats against a woman, there’s nothing police can do.
But when a frustrated woman being denied medical coverage with no record and no weapons makes a “verbal threat” against a corporation, she’s arrested immediately.
no such thing as wasting your 20s your 20s are for recovering from whatever the fuck happened to you as a kid so that youre ready to get weird with it in your 30s
“There’s nothing heroic about suffering” okay but what if I suffered and I was kinda sexy with it. Like my shorts were a little too short and you could see my ass when I bent over. What then.
the fact that we need 8 hours of sleep is ridiculous we should only need 4 and the other 4 should be used to be cozy in your bed and rub your legs together like a cricket and listen to music and think about your little scenarios
I'm small and I have gay tendencies
people often think i'm doing it for the bit but unfortunately i Am the type of guy who just says shit like "pray tell" and "indeed" and "naught but the human heart can hope to capture the moon's beauty" (that was actually about my shitty phone camera) and nobody really knows what to do when they hear those words come out of my mouth. myself included.
he angels on my shotgun til the war's won
Greenhouse reading nooks 🌱
genuinely insane how difficult it is to participate in your own life
ghost boy(s), he/him/his/they, midtwenties, “academia coded boy but he’s done his degree and works at a bar and does all his reading on the subway” — both a boy and a system (woaw)
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