an-idiosyncratic-method:

You know the one.

It’s made of wool.

It has satiny trim that tries to deceive you into thinking this will be a nice blanket experience.

But it’s not.

Every house has one. 

It’s buried deep in the bowels of the linen closet, under some afghans and a comforter with the down coming out of it, but make no mistake.

The scratchy blanket is there. 

And it waits. 

LMFAO

you guys don’t understand - my mom has this EXACT ONE in yellow-gold and she always takes the satin part and rubs it

and it makes that SCRATCHING SOUND

and she KNOWS it annoys the hell outta me

I swear of all the things I do/have that I thought other people might do/have in that ‘we are all connected’ way, this never ever crossed my mind

Bless you internet

(via vuar)