I might have skinned my knee because I decided to wear my crazy spikey heels that actually don’t have the heel part to go out drinking.
Didn’t expect that last one
this fucking website…..
International Space Station astronaut Alexander Gerst has posted his “saddest photo yet.” From all the way up in the thermosphere, ISS personnel orbiting 200 miles over the Middle East can see bombs and missiles exploding in Gaza and Israel as the two sides go to war.
DREAMS CAN COME TRUE, HOLY SHIT
The American collegiate system in one gif set
if anyone asks you what florida is like just show them this
also Florida Man on Twitter
As a Florida native I can confirm this.
I AM FUCKING SCREAMING BECAUSE THIS IS SERIOUSLY THE BEST THING EVER
You have your mother’s cheek bones
godDAMMIT NOW WE’RE SHIPPING CUTLERY
TUMBLR YOU NEED TO S T O P
I hope this post comes back to me when it has a short story attached.
The Utensils were a happy family, just like any other. Fork was a loving, caring father, who worked at a bank, and Spoon was his beautiful wife, who owned a small business that allowed her to spend a lot of time with their son, Spork. Every day, when Fork came home from work, he gently clinked against the rim of Spoon’s face and asked how her day had been. She would go on and on about how her Aunt Bowl was letting anyone fill her up these days, and telling him he would never guess who they got a phone call from today (it was his brother, Knife), and he would just lean back against the china cabinet, staring at his wife’s beautiful reflective surface, and know everything was right in the world.
One day, however, everything was suddenly not right in the world at all.
Fork woke up in the silverware drawer and instantly knew something was wrong. He looked over to where Spoon normally slept, confused when he saw nothing but empty space. Or, at least, he thought it was empty. It took him a minute to see the small note left there. Oh no. God, no, he thought.
He picked up the note with shaking prongs, and read amid tears:
I’m sorry to leave you like this, but I just couldn’t face seeing you. It’s too painful. I’m not strong enough to tell you this to your face, and I know that makes me a coward. I know that makes me a horrible utensil. But I can’t do this anymore.
Do you remember Cow’s party the other night? The night she was so drunk she swore she jumped over the moon? Well, I met someone that night. His name is Dish. And we’re running away together.
Please, don’t try and find us. Dish makes me happy. He doesn’t spend all day staring at me, looking at himself in my reflection.
Fork collapsed to the ground, wishing he could tell Spoon that the reason he loved staring at her reflective surface so much, was because of the way her surface magnified everything around her, making it seem so much greater and more beautiful than people could see themselves as normally. Her personality did the same thing. It’s what he loved most about her. And what he would miss most of all.
I CAN’T EVEN WITH THIS F**KING SITE.
"FANART IS NOT REAL ART!!!"
Do we need to talk about the relationship between the Renaissance and the Bible
“Hey remember that one time in 6th grade when you-“
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Just an addition: If you don’t have any beeswax around, a dryer sheet does the same job of stopping your thread from tangling so much! :) I have one stashed in my sewing box, you can use it over and over again!
Chapstick also works, but make sure it’s chilled otherwise it gets everywhere
I’ve consistently used the blind hem for hemming clothing that I otherwise sew on machine. It produces a LOVELY rolled hemline. It’s probably my favorite hand-stitching hem ever. I like and prefer it over machine hemming (Unless I do a folded hem), because it hides the rough edge and looks really smooth.
For seams, I like a whip stitch, because it’s really fast, and again, when you make tiny stitches, it holds extremely well and looks very lovely.
I’m seriously at the stage of, did I already reblog this?
I need to sleep. This will be important later. Fucking chainmail has me cross eyed and it’s 230am.
As someone trying to learn how to sew, I need this.
can a dinosaur even get more fuckin rad?
you bet jurassican
i am so impressed by that dinosaur and that pun congratulations