The Rice Field

i've been phasing the phrase 'google it' out of my vocabulary and going back to 'look it up'. fuck you youve lost your generic trademark privileges

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angels like cryptids. with fangs and staring eyes. creatures. making high pitched wails and notes that would sound beautiful as part of a choir but on its own is eerie. angels who loom. existing in a human body but not giving the impression of someone human. you see them and swear you should see big wings sprouting from their back. there’s so much to them you don’t see, an ancient energy about them

Reblog if it’s okay for your mutuals to tag you in random stuff they think you’ll like

"transitioning would save her" actually transitioning would make her a girl whos still doomed

I wish I was wrought with something just for fun

Try hatred!

But im happy :)

Then be wrought with happiness :)

gay shit

it really is fucking pathetic that a country with more guns than people can't hit one guy

if this is how you found out there was an active shooter at the White House yesterday I'm sorry

Me: oh it's this post again. Wait. Why does it say "posted 37 minutes ago"

I’m pretty sure there’s a lot of media outlets not covering it, i wouldn’t be surprised if people were finding out through tumblr, i found out on YouTube. A lot of media doesn’t want people to know how many people are trying to kill the president.

If nobody else is gonna obliterate that twink then i will

piss curse.

you.

sometimes I have to stop myself from posting shit like "who made replacing a bike chain so erotic" because I remember the number of people who see my posts and I have to take a step back and reconsider my choices. sometimes I have to hide my true and sincere thoughts in a post about how I'm not posting them because it is funnier this way

whatever. it's just reaching between all its delicate parts to wrench out its guts with lots of sweating and straining. while it's upside down and immobilised. and then it's just taking the slick and shiny new chain and feeding it gently through gears and between metal before pulling it taut until the derailleur is extended and the chain clicks into place and can no longer be removed. I; think I'm bicycle. I mean bisexual