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can you explain what you mean when you say "lace rot" ???

It’s a term one of my friends came up with - the lace rot, or lace rot disease, usually affects fibre artists (or budding fibre artists) when they’re seeing other people make lace, and then suddenly they’re consumed with the desire to make lace as well!

It works like this: you’re innocently scrolling tumblr, and suddenly come across pictures of an incredibly beautiful, gossamer thin knit shawl, with elegant pattering and beaded in sparkly gems. It looks so intricate and complicated! Then somebody links the pattern, and you look at it, and figure out that it’s actually just increases and decreases and some yarn overs. Oh, you think. You could make one too!!

At this point, it’s already too late, and the lace rot has set its roots in your soul. There’s no point trying to fight it. You will acquire new sharp needles, and more beads than is wise (they are so sparkly!), and oh look, you already had lace weight yarn in your stash, who would have known, and then you will knit a lace shawl. And then another lace shawl. You’re browsing ravelry. Your mutuals are helpfully bringing you new patterns. Then somebody mentions crochet, or needle lace, and suddenly you’re catching yourself rifling through antique pattern libraries for tatting inspiration. You’re suddenly learning four new additional crafts. You make another lace shawl while yearning for more complicated lace shawls, a beautiful, gossamer thin knit shawl, with elegant pattering and beaded in sparkly gems. It looks so intricate and complicated! Yet it was surprisingly easy to create. You post it to tumblr.

Somebody else scrolls through your dash and sees your pictures. Oh, they think…

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floor time save me. floor time. save me floor time

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bro what the fuck lmfao. funniest possible thing to say for absolutely no reason

#worst possible timeline

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this may or may not be a fantasy writing exercise for me. please reblog

#glass rose

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The Day

by Peter Everwine

We walked at the edge of the sea, the dog, still young then, running ahead of us.

Few people. Gulls. A flock of pelicans circled beyond the swells, then closed their wings and dropped head-long into the dazzle of light and sea. You clapped your hands; the day grew brilliant.

Later we sat at a small table with wine and food that tasted of the sea.

A perfect day, we said to one another, so that even when the day ended and the lights of houses among the hills came on like a scattering of embers, we watched it leave without regret.

That night, easing myself toward sleep, I thought how blindly we stumble ahead with such hope, a light flares briefly — Ah, Happiness! then we turn and go on our way again.

But happiness, too, goes on its way, and years from where we were, I lie awake in the dark and suddenly it returns — that day by the sea, that happiness,

though it is not the same happiness, not the same darkness.

#poetry

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The thing about Timmy Chalamet is that he’s truly a great actor and he even has good taste in projects and he’s not even overexposed when you calibrate for how overexposed all that group of 25-30 year old big stars are……however something is still off. any time he gets cast in something it feels like that movie instantly turns into a parody of a movie. I cannot explain this

#I have no opinion here but these tags are killing me

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The way so many "feminist" retellings actually give their women less agency makes me want to bite someone

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ppl in the age of cell phones: fucking up their necks

ppl in the age of books: fucking up their necks

ppl in the age of textile art: fucking up their necks

ppl in the age of picking lice: fucking up their necks

ppl in the age of cooking: fucking up their necks

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Stop! Are you writing a story or a commercial

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I've started a charity to raise money for confused or exasperated cowboys. Please consider donating to the What In Foundation

#laugh rule

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Christ’s Entry into Jerusalem. 15th century. Credit line: Gift of Felix M. Warburg and his family, 1941 https://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/392941

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no no no you dont GET it. It's not about romance it's not about sex it's about DEVOTION. it's about LOVE. It's about chasing your other half to the ends of the earth to protect them from themselves. It's about wanting them to be happy. It's about stopping their self-destructive ways. It's about saving them from darkness, because you know they're capable of love. Because you've FELT that love and so you know it's there. It's about having faith until your dying breath. again it's about utter and true devotion and selfless love. Hello?? are you listening?? True, selfless love is about restoring their faith in humanity by being the example

#they came to your mind. didn’t they. the most otp #impossibly soft eyes

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i need like. an open window with a nice breeze and three different beverages to follow me wherever i go

#yEAH

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