Stories Like This Are What Make Me Fall In Love With People All Over Again. I Love When People Are Helping

i got a college degree and the thing i’m most proud of producing in the process is a full academic presentation about what makes a himbo

them sillies

Fuck yeah!!!

Good news for you, this August 23rd.

—my mother speaks of my rage as if there's something wrong with it. as if it's undeserved; as if her hand didn't hammer it into me; as if i wanted it, chose it.

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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.

Emmett from the other side of the house: I’m cold as a lion with no hair

Edward sat at the piano with his head in his hands: oh god no, not again

Emmett, getting closer: if you ever see me fighting in the forest with a grizzly bear

Edward rocking back and forth: Rosalie take your child outside I beg

Emmett, launching himself from the top of the stairs to crouch right next to wear Edward is sat: HELP THE BEAR

Edward: ...

Emmett: cuz that bitch gone

need it

Grandmas were so right about puzzles and knitting and crocheting and solitaire and reading slow and slippers and baking and watching deer in the backyard send post

jason is canonically!!! a metalhead please please please i'm begging y'all he would NOT listen to taylor swift

So I stumbled through the Barbie aisle at Walmart the other day…

…and y'all, I almost cried. Just look at these. LOOK AT THEM.

So many skin tones!

PLUS SIZED BODY TYPES!

NATURAL HAIR STYLES!!! MULTIPLE SHADES OF DARK SKIN!!!

A WOMAN AS A DOCTOR!!!!!