snowwwee yayaayy

direct to video sequel that leaves all previous agonies unsatisfactorily unaddressed

haven't been here in a while. i got a motorcycle

what do your names translate to? mine is roughly "the oceanside protector doll of humanity"

learning the prelude from angel's egg :3

six months later i'm a whole different bitch

the wrc should do away with profanity fines completely and replace them with fines for making your co driver cry

deci coded characters :3

i Need a rally car and i Need to have a racing career but i am dirt poor with a fried central nervous system,, a rally car would be the best mobility aid possible PLEASE FATE I BEG

just spent way too long coding this feed on my phone to aggregate rally racing posts ;-; bsky.app/profile/did:...

as a lesbian with aspirations of rally racing this image has changed me forever

miatas on coilovers are perfectly fine on dirt roads trust

i'm sorry for doing a laura palmer scream when you tickled me i'm just traumatized

If i saw a child doing heroin i would jump in front of the needle and take the Hit . That is how dedicated i am to community's

going to the town i was trafficked in for a funeral tomorrow, marketing for the new silent hill is getting out of hand if you ask me

every day i wake up and think "i need to finish my artbook so i can release my album" and then it's time for bed and the agony of inaction is exponentially worse the next time i wake up here's today's result of throwing my hands up in despair when i ran out of distractions

some guy came up to us and said "i was like DAMN these hot girls in the miata are ripping it!!!" and he was actively drooling fksjcmskc

beaked up beating egotistical boys at autocross

proud of my eyeliner :3

She Is Unwell

my setup has become even more severe,, soon i'll be able to enter the wired as if with my own body

video game music peaked in 2004 with the gran turismo 4 menu music and everything since then has been a simple recapitulation of the truths contained within

it's like you were born from a dream i had ages ago and have kept alive in my my heart ever since ✧⁠*⁠。 i promise i'll never wake up, i can dream for both of us ♡

normalize staring at her dms for far too long bc you can't come up with something that is more likely to be engaging than annoying

album art done, scheduling the album to release in a couple weeks ♡

you're doing feints on track in a custom drift car. i'm doing scandinavian flicks on dirt backroads in my 04 civic with an exhaust built from scraps. we are not the same

went to my hometown and the delayed/shocked recognition on ppls faces gave me a lil more life every time

giving up on this it simply aint worth it. i'm becoming a reclusive artist instead

i am ending my relationship with yearning, developing crushes, forming attachments, and finding friend groups. whenever i am lonely i will listen to ambient music and ponder Phthalo Green

"trans women are male socialized" actually i have no socialization and whenever i interact with humans i trigger the uncanny valley response

ive got crushes on women on every continent, island, and territory on this earth. full investment in every single one

creating an artbook for my album and through the magic of adobe products, i finally understand why graphic designers are Like That

accidentally iv'd my estrogen shot and after calling poison control immediately went and defeated my friends who i never beat in guilty gear strive for the windows pc

thank you hrt

they diagnosed me with "freak" im never telling doctors anything again

friendships with suffocating romantic tension where it isn't a whole thing to say i love you >>>>>>>>>

call me a 1997 manual mazda miata the way i am a trаnny receptive to delicate manipulation

the urge to send my civic far too fast down dirt roads intensifies every day. if i die racing know that i died happy. if i die on the highway because a bad driver vanquished me traveling, know my spirit will haunt them until the end of their days at which point i will personally escort them to hell

i posted this but the thing is,, if i hang out with ppl enough that im assured they're not hanging out w me just to fuck me, it suddenly fills me with an all consuming desire to be affectionate and i get breathless thinking abt kissing. the rituals of drawing near 2 me are intricate

finally consistently defeating my racing teacher, my lover, who cried out in horror when she saw my driving, saying "WHAT ARE YOU DOING" with true despair in her voice

i love miatas but if we hit a bump larger than a small pebble my tiddies will knock me out cold

i just want to practice driving rally cars but richard burns has locked his knowledge behind esoteric and capricious software dhakdjskdjd

if any of you have ever had the silly inclination towards believing im remotely intimidating, i saw irls for the first time in ages and hallucinated, got scared, took xanax, and existed in a stupor on the couch until realizing my zipper was down for an indeterminate amt of time

where is the rally driver / codriver yuri i need this expeditiously

how i look getting he/him'd by my dad all day

how can so much affection fit in such a frail lil body (it doesn't fit) (i will never be empty of affection)

entropoly s ranks ft a song i wrote for oomf ^-^

when do i get my fent pretzel