#rhymebitou

[subsystemalter]

WAIT that said users u hate not hate for the users. i do not hate pasta numbers

no i meant like in my ask shit talk abt ppl u (the ppl sending asks) hate. like tell me abt them why u hate them the bad shit theyve done but also im sure xiro says somethinglike "ty!! ^w^"

[veapor-blog]

rhymebitou reblogged your post:rhymebitou: like idk why u all want discourse so...

lol get off my blog please

I’m not even being rude to you? I don’t understand why you don’t think that people who never followed them wouldn’t think ‘it’s a lie’ looks sketchy? It looks like a scam.. I don’t want to dismiss their abuse, but when you click on someone’s blog and the first think you see is it’s a lie, it looks like they are lying. Which is why the logical thing to do, is first of all be nice? because no one is going to want to donate to someone whose friend is being rude to others who want to make sure they are donating to something real. and second of all, even through messages or something, make sure people donating know what they are donating to is real..Like I said, I do not want to dismiss your friend’s abuse, as an abuse survivor I understand wanting to get out of an abusive household. But scamming is real and alive and people aren’t going to want to donate to something that looks like a lie.

[kirakingu]

rhyme-bitou replied to your post: oh the fandom is still alive

// This fandom will never die

#LongLiveTheTWEWYFandom2kEternity 

[oathkey]

[shibuyastempo-blog]

rhyme-bitou

Neku ran through the city, leaping over benches, sliding down rails, and ignoring the general well being of other city goers as he rushed home. He was so late. His mom was going to kill him for forgetting about their plans. Of all the days for him to forget his phone at home, too, God, he was so screwed-

He skidded to a halt as he passed the bookstore, spying a familiar looking blonde stumbling out of the store and struggling to carry the weight of whatever she had bought. Dealing with Beat yelling at him for not helping his sister was going to be way worse than forgetting about a movie marathon with his mom. She’d forgive him. Beat, on the other hand, he wasn’t quite sure.

He tore off his headphones, shoving them in his school bag as he made his way over to Rhyme, giving a small wave. “Hey, you, uh. Need some help, there?”