@thiscountryneedsitslegends / thiscountryneedsitslegends.tumblr.com
If your cunt ass doesn’t like how this country was built and you feel so guilty about it then fuck off and leave.
lol look at this fucko, I bet they don’t support immigration and have absolutely no self-awareness about the cognitive dissonance of that stance vs. this statement
I’m hardly ever on Tumblr these days just because my routine isn’t set up for that anymore. I’ll probably still update sporadically if I have the time & inclination, but for all practical purposes this is no longer an active blog. it’s been a fun few years, and thank y’all for your support and feedback.
also, black lives matter.
The unnerving sight of an approaching car in the dark: photos by Henri Prestes.
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?
I’m talkin bringing a yellowed lantern into a field of moonlight and puttin up a scarecrow you’d swear just waved back.
The transition between the suburbs and the fields gets more fuzzy all the time. It's like a war between the two, a corn field next to a preschool, soy beans surrounding a new subdivision. The push and pull is endless, you never see construction, but it's ever-changing.
There is a new field by the grocery store, the corn is already mid-summer height. You swear it's new, the barn is rotting. A friend has you over for drinks, their new neighborhood is called... Pheasant Run? Elk Meadows? Pheasant Meadows? You can't remember. Their house is identical to their last one.
A kid goes missing, his daycare is right next to a new field, it's a very small field. A week later he wanders out of a field a couple miles away. Everyone knows how, nobody says anything.
Who let him be a counselor first of all
Nestled in the clouds
filet of the neighborhood.
Whitney Hayes
- SWAMP LORD -
Great WYRM sorcerers and the masters of mud wytch covens. They have Cannibalistic tendencies and even the royal lines use caution when dealing with them.
Ram by NoMakeZombiePL on DeviantArt
