Blankets You Can Just Fucking Die In

Here’s a sentimental fucking afghan your grandma knit. It’s soft as fuck from being used in your family for fucking decades, and it still fucking smells like your grandma’s house when you were growing up. You can press this blanket up against your face and remember all of the best fucking memories you have of your family from when you were a kid and they loved you, and suffocate into the softness of this old-ass blanket, that your grandma probably died in too.