Wassup I’m Rachel, I’m 25, and my pronouns are she/ella. I’m the softest biromantic aceflux bastard you never asked for, and for November I will be going to aqua-aerobics classes, deepcleaning my room, and crocheting a lot of bandanas. My interests include learning Spanish, listening to songs on repeat, knitting badly, and blaming the moon for my problems. Enjoy my silly blog.
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thinking about when my friend found a book from the 70s in a church office with truly some of the most insane prayers I have ever heard
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"the world isn't kind" ok??? Much more importantly are you?????
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Happy Turkey Day
Please do not edit, repost, or reupload my furby pics without permission.
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it’s hard because you weren’t meant to do it alone. you weren’t meant to be a self-sustaining eco-god who gardens all of your food and eats vegan and only shops at the expensive co-op, makes your own clothes and buys the bulk soaps, cans, organizes events and protests alone, makes flyers and sets up petitions, shows up to political rallies, bike everywhere and inform everyone in the world all on your own.
you were meant to carpool with friends, clip coupons together and have mending circles on Friday nights. you were meant to keep a small plot in a group garden that everyone tends to, and you rotate turns every week. you were meant to design the flyer that your friend hands out or say the speech that your boygirlfriend edited. you were meant to be friends with the public bus drivers and talk to the farmers who drop off that crazy new kombucha flavor at the co-op and be kind to Walmart cashiers. you were meant to meal plan together and crowdfund for families in need and read each other old poetry and contemplate manifestos together hungover at the local coffee shop on special treat sunday and then go to the beach and have awesome gay sex that night. not alone. not kidding.
find your people instead of making a different kind of work for yourself. doing it all alone has never been your burden to bear. you were meant to do it with friends.
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DONT MIX BUSINESS WITH PLEASURE IT CREATES AMMONIA GAS !!!!!!!!!!!!
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Combat log: The effect Ibuprofen has ended.
Me: *instantly ragdolls*
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When Jack jumps into the fountain at the end of “This is Haloween" instead of green water, It’s full of Baja blast.
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LITTLE GIRL CAME UP TO MY DOOR DRESSED AS A SHARK & I GAVE HER M&MS AND SHE SAID “THANK YOU I LOVE YOU” & HER MOM SAID “YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO SAY HAPPY HALLOWEEN” & THE LITTLE GIRL SAID “SHE GAVE ME NEMNEMS. I LOVE HER”
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hello i would like everyone to know that sometimes you can sob your eyes out and have an existential crisis one moment and then suddenly you're booking your driver's test and applying for jobs and crocheting a blanket and maybe life isn't so bad anymore!! maybe you can feel awful and fix your life anyway!! maybe you're allowed to be a wreck and still be good enough!! i am a full on adult and have avoided getting my license for years but now i'm finally doing it because i've grown around the fear!!!! the world didn't crash and burn when i was fifteen!! i did this for myself and i'm going to be okay!!
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Who else has thousands of ideas but unfortunately your mortal form is constantly at 'low battery' energy levels?
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