if you like crafting and also free things, might i suggest the antique pattern library?

it’s a not for profit that’s gathering books, patterns, and other materials related to crafting that are out of copyright (or getting permission from copyright holders in some cases) in order to share them online. they scan items, clean them up, then make everything available for free!

free things are great, especially when you’re just starting to get into something. like oh, i’m supposed to spend money on this hobby i just picked up 20 minutes ago???

the first time i ended up on the site, i seriously spent hours just trawling through everything. there’s the usual suspects like knitting, crochet, embroidery, but there’s also woodwork, calligraphy, and books on things like how to mount and frame pictures. with cross stitch patterns, they also make modern charts with the dmc colour codes available.

links to their webbed site and instagram:

https://www.antiquepatternlibrary.org/

https://www.instagram.com/theantiquepatternlibrary/

behold, a glorious cat cross stitch pattern (link goes to antique pattern library page):

[image id: Multicolour charted cross stitch design of a cat sitting on a red pillow with tassels, holding a green ball]

April Poetry Challenge Day Nine

Prompt - CRJ - "Stay Away" - Dedicated Side B

I tried your mouth and I can't come back, I don't know why Wherever I go, I still see your face, I don't know why But I can't make this wrong when I see your face, I don't know why The city's so hard when you sleep alone, I don't know why

Yeah, hey, I want to travel south this year Yeah, hey, yeah, tears that soak a callous heart Your weakness builds me So someday, you'll see Away, away, away, away

If I put on music, then I'll play your song If I play your song, then I think I'll lose it End up pulled up at the front of your lawn But I can't make this wrong Away, away, away, away

Talking 'bout forgiveness, I don't know why giving you my heart back, I don't know why Just so you can break it, I don't know why one more time before I say, I don't know why

Taking all my light and blocking out my vision I climbed a wall to touch your shadow If my love's too strong for you, walk away Ain’t got no how watchamacallit

vampirism poses the question "what if there was a fundamental, horrible, unending well of want in your soul that, if truly satisfied, would lead to great pain for all those you hold closest and, in turn, their absolute and total revilement of you?" and naturally as a person with no problems I don't relate to this in any way at all.

vampirism also poses the question "what if someone you loved, through no fault of their own, needed something from you, and giving it to them and seeing them happy provided you the greatest joy, and you were the only one who could do it, but at the same time it was slowly draining all your life out of you?" which is also a completely unrelatable idea to me because I'm a normal person with no issues.

the stuff going on at columbia campus rn is genuinely incredible

despite mass arrests by NYPD and several students (including rep ilhan omar’s daughter, isra hirsi) being suspended for their participation and having their university identification deactivated, the gaza solidarity encampment is still going strong well into its second day. def recommend following independent reporter talia jane who is taking part and providing live updates. (talia was the first reporter to break aaron bushnell’s self immolation in february; she was one of the reporters he contacted personally prior to the protest.)

thank you so much alexa @shivsblunt for mentioning it…..anyone who wants to contribute to their jail support fund can do so @ bcabolitioncollective on v*nmo. also, if anyone is in the area and available to join (via cssw4palestine on ig):

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As a Columbia student of color who was there when the riot police made their arrests, today was literally terrifying. We are still out here on the lawns staying strong. Many of my friends were intimidated and jailed. Please follow Columbia’s SJP on Instagram and our CU Apartheid Divest, as there is a petition that we are trying to spread for signatures! If you want to help with legal fees, please follow the BC Abolition Collective! The fact that we have reached Tumblr and are gaining traction is absolutely incredible. Thank you so much for all of the support and much love!

ah jeez, i’m unfollowing him now. i had no idea he was picking up the field mice and bopping them all on the head

*Happy beeping*

I’m learning about worms.

Please, share with the class

theyre wet and long and capable of incredible feats of power beauty and courage

I feel like more people should know about the Filipino phrase bahala na si Batman. quite literally, it means it's up to Batman. on a more figurative level, it means that you're leaving something to God/fate - metaphorically represented by Batman, of course.

big event that you haven't prepared for but you're going anyway? bahala na si Batman. major exams coming up and you haven't reviewed yet? bahala na si Batman. about to do anything remotely risky/luck-based? bahala na si Batman.

anyways, I just think it's hilarious that Batman is now a part of our culture through this saying. is this a thing in other cultures/languages too? let me know!

@freenarnian you're welcome lol, those are pretty much accurate translations XD

I hear this phrase thrown around a lot during exam season, and each time I imagine this silly image of Batman being annoyed as he scrambles to help thousands of college students at the same time

starting a compilation of my favorite "no thank you" buttons from when they want you to subscribe so bad

More from the notes:

your mech can deteriorate your brain a little. as a treat.

You feel a subtle tingling: as if the ring of tinnitus had become morse-code for just a moment.

You've been told this is deterioration, but you know better than that.

You are being written to. You are being patterned.

In this moment of trust, you accept the clusters: the informatic pyroclastic flow of electrochemical signalling, back and forth over cultured modified braincells transmitting light on wavelengths which pass through your skull like it were glass into your helmet -- and nervous signal down the metal piercing your spine, its tip lancing your amygdala of fear.

Your visual processing changes.

It needs your ability to classify, to recognize and it expands into you like blood forming thunderclouds in the water of this machine's womb: your cockpit.

The ringing fades.

A piece of you died, surrendered to your partner in trust.

The damage as humans would call it, is equal to that of many years of solitary confinement.

In its place, swift acuity: a classifier surpassing what silicon or vacuum channel micro processing can dare give you through the insane lateral capabilities of the human mind.

But its not entirely your mind anymore.

All relationships are compromise.

Truly, is this not love?

UFL (unidentified flying loach)

shrimp!!

shrimps are cool but i am not a shrimp. when i shrimp over the table for too long, my back starts to hurt. i stand up on my human legs and stretch my human body every hour. sometimes i wish i was a shrimp.

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what's the first movie you remember seeing in theaters? don't try and be all edgy and cool and say like tetsuo: the iron man. be honest.

Go!!