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I have a lot of feelings.

The name's Rachael. I blog a lot of stuff about animals and feminism, so if you think those things are rad, I'm probably right up your alley.

There's also a significant amount of this blog dedicated to "childish" things that I've refused to put away, like my infatuation with Sailor Moon or video games.

Tattoos take up a good chunk too, as I'm a body modification enthusiast

But overall, there are a lot of opinions and thoughts shared that you may or may not agree with. And that's okay.

Who I Follow

I can’t look away?

(via aquanautic)

whoiseddjones Asks:

Pfft. Some people just can't hang. Love you :)

sailor-be Said:

Love you too hot stuff. <3

Anonymous Asks:

So you sleep with multiple people and do drugs now? Winner.

sailor-be Said:

… Now?

glasscoffin:

yes

(via spinning-while-falling-down)

glasscoffin:

or aroused, depends on what you’re into

Hm… I’ve had this exact dialogue.

(via like-rrabbits)

My lover is moving in with me today.

yayayayayayayay! <3

He’s just staying for the summer to go to BU but for three months I’ll have him around and y’all have no idea how happy that’s makin’ me.

No more buses and car borrowing and finagling schedules, he’ll just be here. <3

Wish I didn’t stay up until seven in the morning when he’s coming at noon but we all make downright awful life choices sometimes.

(via angelspit)

pengpenguins:

This is why hook ups are difficult

Because I’m like, oh he’s nice　

but what if he believes we live in a post-racial society?

Remember that time I fucked a guy and then found out he was a MRA, after the fact?

Yeah. Not good times.

(via glasscoffin)

ireallylikegaryoldman:

You know what this adultery needs? SANDWICHES.

The caption makes it perfect.

(via supersoygrrrl)

tishue:

i did it

i made the perfect polyvore set

(via supersoygrrrl)

A collective 9 hours of sleep over the past three days.

My body is running on Adderall and a dream that I can make it past this eight hour shift at work.

Yeah, Rachael, it’s a fantastic idea to stay out until six in the morning when you have to work at nine thirty. Why wouldn’t it be?

I’m so sorry, body…

heartworm

dictionaryofobscuresorrows:

n. a relationship or friendship that you can’t get out of your head, which you thought had faded long ago but is still somehow alive and unfinished, like an abandoned campsite whose smoldering embers still have the power to start a forest fire.

(via glasscoffin)