Fucking Love When I'm On A Call With Someone And They Start To Do A Little Errand Or Go Somewhere Else

My anxiety and overthinking really does get in the way when trying to be critical about my sources while gathering information. I go from «I might have to look this up a few other places, because I don’t know if this source can be trusted» to «what even is knowledge» and «how do I know anything is real» a bit too fast, and then I get overwhelmed and start questioning my own existence.

Holy shit

nothing more flattering than someone saying "oh don't get her going" in reference to you when a topic you're passionate about is brought up

I'm knitting in the corner at a party

and guys my age stop by to tell me I remind them of their aunt, of their grandmother. This is a compliment and I take it as such. They confess to having tried crochet once, and I smile. They get back in line for the bathroom.

I'm knitting in the corner at a party and a queer woman sits on the floor next to me, arranges her skirt, and smiles up at me. (I try not to blush.) She asks me all the questions on her mind about my craft and I answer them, hands still moving. We swap yarn sources. She doesn't stay, but she knows where to find me.

I'm knitting in the corner at a party and everyone knows where to find me when they need a minute, when socializing is too much and the music is too loud and they need to catch their breath. They pretend to be checking in on me, which is sweet, but I can see the relief in their eyes the moment they stop performing for a house full of people. They sit down and tell me things and all the while they never take their eyes off my hands.

The party has wound down and I'm still knitting and the hosts, two guys in their twenties, thank me for "helping to curate the vibe." I had no idea that's what I was doing. I leave the party having forgotten to drink anything and without that woman's number but with many rows added to my top-down raglan sweater. I call it a night, and a good one.

Everyone I give my knitting to carries a piece of me around with them

New death myth: the bus that carries you to the great beyond

«Have fun, do things you’re bad at and don’t be afraid to be cringe!» I say, while my whole body physically cringes as soon as I’m reminded of anything I’ve ever done in my life…

Chappell Roan’s music truly makes me experience a joy and a self confidence I didn’t know was possible!

It’s as if all the shame and self hatred melts away for a moment, and I’m just overjoyed and filled with pride about my queerness

I love personalization. I love stickers on water bottles and on laptops. I love shitty marker drawing on the toes of converse. I love hand embroidered doodles on jeans. I love posters on walls. I love knick knacks on shelves. I love jewelry with goofy charms. I love when people take things and make them theirs.