A Collection Of My Favorite Tweets Regarding The Ever Given In The Suez Canal

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.

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When you find two fictional characters from a popular show that obviously have a romantic/sexual tension and great chemistry, so you search the internet and there is next to no mention of them, no fan art and no fanfics on AO3…

In Norwegian the word "fag" means subject. This lead to an interesting situation a few years ago where, English not being my first language, I was trying to name a game I had made for a school project. I tried calling it "realfags spill", directly translated meaning "science subject game" or "science game", and did not understanding why the platform didn’t let me name it that…

if tumblr shuts down you can find me on tumblr. ill still be here. they cant make me leave

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

I hate how certain acts of affection are seen as inherently romantic, when it’d be lovely to do these things just for a friend. Why can’t I give my friends flowers platonically? Maybe I walked past a flower that I know they love the smell of and picked it off the bush so they could have it. Forcing these acts into being strictly romantic severely limits them, does it not?

due to inflation you must answer my riddles five

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.