when i go in a room and forget what i needed i become a point and click protagonist. [water bottle?] that’s not helpful right now. [socks?] i don’t know what to do with that. [charger?] that’s not helpful right now. [scissors?] i can’t do anything with that. [water bottle?] that’s not helpful right now. [lone paperclip?] that’s not helpful right now. [water bottle?]
New housemate moving in soon. I have not had a new housemate in so long that I am thinking 10x more than usual. Pondering what types of people they hang out with. What their relationships look like and how the dynamic of the house will change.
I am not unhappy, I am curious. I am ready for this much needed change all things said.
Never thought I would be doing group living in my thirties, but I guess the vision of home ownership and “traditional American adulthood” has been long dead and gone. I am not unhappy about that either, just wish I had my own space to modify and decorate but this will do in the meantime.
‘you have x many followers’ those r cadavers girl. corpses. abandoned vessels of blogs who once were. its the apocalypse in there. its me and my 5 mutuals against the world.
manta ray i crocheted for my girlfriend’s birthday :) he’s a very comfy pillow with a nice weight and squishiness. made from cotton yarn and stuffed with down + cotton fabric.
i took inspiration from this pattern for the overall structure, but ultimately didn’t follow it much since i wanted a different shape and size for my ray
