[yarngoddesshandmade]

Not that anyone buys from me ever but..

[yarngoddesshandmade]

It makes me so sad that I don’t sell as many handmade things as I want. Do people not appreciate the quality of a handmade item. I mean look at this beauty

[yarngoddesshandmade]

Hi! I run a small online business where I sell hand knit accessories like hats, scarves, socks etc. However my current niche is baby items, hats, blankets, cuddle sacks. I’m reasonably priced, all handmade and I ship; message me if I can be of assistance.

[fuckyeahgeekknits]

A Knitting Network Experiment

Reblog this post if you are a knitter

Check the tags

Find other knitters to be friends with

????

Profit

[mollydot]

A knitwork.

[fuckyeahgeekknits]

I am shamed. How did I miss this opprotunity

[skindyedblue]

Whenever Hagrid finally decides to retire as Care of Magical Creatures professor you can bet your last knut that Charlie Weasley flies back to England the following week excitedly waving his resume and recommendation letters from no less than two Scamanders and the Minister of Magic, Hermione Granger.

[lost-in-a-wizarding-world]

I’m pretty sure he would also have recommendation letters from Rubeus Hagrid, the retiring professor, Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived and a very confusing one from Puddlemere United player, Oliver Wood, saying that he was one of the best Seekers he had ever seen.

[girlwhohas-everything]

Not to mention the fact that he flies back to England not on a broomstick or any other normal form of transportation, but landing on the Hogwarts grounds on the back of the largest dragon anyone has ever seen.

[headcanonsandmore]

Reblogging again for that last addition. 

[angry-badger-bitch]

Charlie: *glides in on a dragon* HELLO HIRE ME

Everyone: What the fuck

Ron: (in the background, mortified) this is normal

[soft-puppy-boyfriend]

The dragon is Norbert

[yarngoddesshandmade]

Reblog for Norbert

[boogedyboogedyboo]

[breath-goes-in]

“hellroo” ???

[witch-niko]

This is so cute that my friend cried when I showed it to her

[evianic]

Reblog this post if you're a witch with mental illnesses!

I wanna support my fellow non-neurotypical witches!!! Ily all so much you’re doing your best ♡

[missedmyhearts-deactivated20210]

as soon as the clock strikes midnight on june 1st

[yarngoddesshandmade]

Untitled (A Poem)

You look hungry Like that girl don’t make you no fried chicken or macaroni and cheese Like she don’t fill you on the insides Like you ain’t had a home cooked meal since you left Bed-Sty Like you want to talk to God but you’re afraid because y’all ain’t spoke in so long What’s it worth waiting on a man Who’s lost his smile anyway Do you ever wake up in the middle of the night and wonder if she’s the right girl But I’ve never let a nigga get this close to me Are we just bitter sweet poetry

[yarngoddesshandmade]

@God (A poem)

Is that with a G or a g? Did you steal this whole 'one name ' thing from Cher? What do you yell when you cum? Do you remember when we first met? You made me a glass dropped me into this world and did not expect me to shatter. Are you mad I talk so much shit about you? Do you hold a grudge? Who hurts you the most? Do you need any ideas for plagues? Mind if I smoke? Do you regret fire? What about free will? Why only one Channing Tatum? What was your plan for Ted Bundy? Nope. What's your plan for me? Nope. What's your plan for supper? Is it always The Last? How many Christmas presents do you get? Are you an only child? Have you ever said my name out loud, did it come out like smoke do you smell burning? When he touched my skin did you cry? Will you forgive him? Is he who you had in mind when you hung your son like a hat such casual weight on our shoulders Is that what you invited in? Do you ever have nightmares? Do they look like forgiveness do they look like your son? How big are your hands Can I hold them Do I fit inside when you pick all of us up like loose change from the ground Us lucky pennies are we all worth the same Are you proud Is that my back breaking or a prayer Tell me what did your sons blood taste like Tell me has he asked you this before Was it planned Tell me have I proven my worth Tell me!

[yarngoddesshandmade]

Biological Clock (A poem)

My biological clock has never ticked It's rung like a gong for the past eight years Loud and constantly reminding of what may never be I've had baby fever from the first drop of blood But a child may never take shelter In the belly of my womb It is unknown if I can bare children The process caused pain and spasms upon his entry A heart with too much love In a body unwilling to share

[yarngoddesshandmade]

What the minute hand said to the hour hand (Poem)

At 7:35 A.M, you lay your tired body on mine before peeling off, like a slow band-aid. At 8:40 you sprint home and make instant coffee. At 9:45 we finally drink it, cold. I finish your leftover half. By 10:50 you are already breathless. I live for every time we overlap. When 11:55 comes I spend the entire minute convincing you to stay. You never do. By noonI put my hands on your shoulders and say, “Baby, you’re getting thin. All this running in circles and barely sitting down to eat.” At 1:05 you tell me that while you were gone, 15,300 babies were born. At 2:10 you don’t say a word, just come in and kiss me for sixty seconds straight. At 3:15 we sit quiet, listening to rain falling everywhere in the world at once: all 15,000 tons. At 4:20 we pull a little from the tight joint I keep behind your ear. You do not inhale. At 5:25 you meet me for happy hour. My neck already salted, a lime wedged in my teeth, a shot of tequila sitting on the bar. At 6:30 Ihear the ticking. I count your heartbeat like seconds between thunderclaps. By 7:35 I can see you in the distance, each second a tease until you drape over me. We always love quick and you never let me hold you. I dream of drinking you through a straw. At 8:40 you watch my beard grow 0.00027 of an inch. At 9:45 we do not speak. Too many people have died since we last met. At 10:50 we pray for a meteor, at least a clumsy kid to spill sugar in our gears. 11:55is my favorite. We’re only apart for mere minutes. But at midnight you’ll apologize sixty times because it will always be like this. At 1:04 AM I am already sleeping. It’s exhausting loving someone who is constantly running away.

[yarngoddesshandmade]

I’m from New York (A Poem)

I’m from rural New York 

I’m from we learn to hunt before we can tie our shoes

I’m from everyone has a gun

I’m from the only people you shouldn’t trust with guns are cops

I’m from it’s okay to bring your gun to school, as long as it’s in your truck unloaded

I’m from no one even looks at you funny if you bring your gun to school and there’s a dead deer in the back of the truck

There’s always a dead deer in the truck

I’m from the cops party with the local teenagers

I’m from the teachers all taught my parents and their three children

I’m from when someone asks how are you doing they actually want to know

I’m from don’t start a fight but you better end it

I’m from it’s okay to solve problems with your fists

I’m from this is what makes a good person

I’m a good person, right?

The only thing in this poem that isn’t provable

Is me.

[yarngoddesshandmade]

Tonight (A poem)

Home feels like it's 200 miles away Not the 20 it actually is Each mile has taken shelter in my bones An ache that feels a lot like lonely I am a butterfly afraid of its chrysalis Yearning for my caterpillar ways.

[yarngoddesshandmade]

5:50Pm (A poem)

The clock on the dash reads 5:50 When my brother stumbled from the small apartment he shares with his pixie of a girlfriend. It is early February and snowing She carries a purse stuffed with a coat and blankets They were going to walk a few blocks To the Emergency Room, my brother was jumped For money he didn’t have By men he didn’t know My dad’s cellphone had rung not ten minutes before The first time I’d heard my brothers voice in weeks Could we take him to the ER They piled into the car Radio silence The clock on the dash reads 8:50pm My brother emerges from the Burger King Medicated grin on his face wearing a crown and a brace on his hand The clock on the dash reads 9:00 My brother and his girlfriend return to their house His crown still atop his head He's singing Christmas carols It is February.

[yarngoddesshandmade]

12 AM (A poem)

It’s 12 AM and her mind wanders Strolls down familiar paths Of things that happened 5 years ago Takes a trip around the corner Visiting things that happened last week She sets off on unknown adventures Of things that may, or may not Happen ten years from now It’s 1AM her mind hasn’t come back yet

[yarngoddesshandmade]

An Open Letter To My Future Significant Other

This is probably weird for you I get that; it is for me too . But, please remember the fact that you are reading this means I haven’t scared you off yet which must make you pretty special.However there are things you can’t forget if this is going to continue.

Firstly, ignore the curious stares when we’re out in public; most people  mean nothing by their curious perhaps a little too long glances. The same rule applies for kids, it isn’t uncommon to hear a child comment on my “car” or ask  what’s “wrong” with me; therefore I usually think nothing of it and neither should you. Most of the time it’s a funny comment anyway.

On the bad days, which there will be try and remember that this has never been an easy mountain to climb nor will it likely ever be so just hang in there with me. I’ve come this far, far enough to get lucky and find you; I’m not stopping now. Yes it will get harder the novelty of your new relationship on wheels will wear thin; so on the days that you can barely find the strength to love someone who doesn’t quite yet know how to love themselves in the body they’re in, remember there is a good reason you’re here.

I require a lot of care so be aware that some these tasks may at some point for whatever reason fall to you. Don’t take out on me, trust me this isn’t my ideal situation either. Taking care of someone else is a huge amount of for lack of better word intimacy but it’ll make us closer as people as it inevitably does with everyone who has taken responsibility for me. This isn‘t a relationship for the faint of heart prepare to at some point encounter some sort of bodily fluid. Again, I will profusely apologize for any sort of caring you may have to do for me; being essentially as capable at taking care of yourself as a toddler isn’t exactly a picnic.

All in all this relationship will make you grow as a person; be it that it ends happily or not expect it to change you. \It is these things and more that I hope you will continue to accept, cherish and love about me. But if you choose not to let it be a lesson as to how much stronger you need to be as a person before you can find genuine love with anyone. To quote Bob Marley: “If she’s amazing, she won’t be easy.  If she’s easy, she won’t be amazing.  If she’s worth it, you won’t give up.  If you give up, you’re not worthy. … Truth is, everybody is going to hurt you; you just gotta find the ones worth suffering for”   Am I worth it?

Sincerely,

It’s just a wheelchair