i literally have no fuckin clue

Space ring: ah cool

I’m talkin’ necromancer, but in a hands-on kind of way. I’m talkin’ rubber boots thick with freshly-turned mud. I’m talking palms all calloused from the effort of it all. I’m talking biceps. I’m talkin ruddy cheeks and a tan. I’m talkin shoving spell components into ratty overalls and scribblin’ incantations in the old almanac. I’m talkin bringing back Patches ‘cause the mice got in the grain and no one else was quite as good at chasin pests away. I’m talkin asking the old donkey if she wouldn’t mind another spin, only the mare’s just exhausted what havin just had twins. I’m talking grandpa said, before he went, that he felt he wasn’t done, and he’s really gonna miss the golden wheat under sun. And who am I, in the end, to deny a dyin’ wish?

Feeling some type of way abt all these white (and to some degree nonblack poc) bloggers saying “let’s throw bricks again” and “bring back riots”

I said this last pride and it bares repeating, especially now. If you can’t ally and support black people in our cause, do not expect us to support yours.

crying at what someones tagged this

Hey yall, my friend needs some financial help to get their bike repaired, it's their only form of transport to and from and they need a few bucks to get the thing repaired, if you can help out in any way shape or form, give em a few bucks to help out here

I'M DOING AN EXPERIMENT

“This is mission control. What’s your status, moon ape?”