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okay the thread about kita and rice has made me very emotional. it really did. it touched me. guys, i have a confession: i love rice. it has never been a secret, but i need everyone, not only my moots, not only my followers, everyone to know i love rice. (1/15+)
when i was scolded by my mom and sobbed in my room alone, rice was there for me. it eventually healed me. it pulled me. my hunger, my sadness, if all went away. poof, gone! rice loved me when i was sad, when i was disappointed in myself. rice was there for me, always. (2/?)
when i was eating rice at the dinner table with my entire family and my dad started talking to me about my future or reminded me of how utterly useless and worthless i was, rice was there for me. i kept eating rice as an excuse to not speak. (3/?)
not only did the rice taste good, it helped me, saved me. rice was my hero and will always be. i wrote a poem on how i could only be the hero for myself, but i was wrong. oh, i was so wrong. because rice was my hero. all along. rice was there for me. rice saved me. (4/?)
rice loved me. rice assured me during my darkest times that in the end, everything was going to be fine. rice was my home, my returning point. you know about yamaguchi and how he has to spot an item to reset and calm himself down before serving. that's rice for me. (5/?)
rice let me know that i was still here, present on this planet. rice let me take a breath. rice cared for me. rice let me forgive myself and continue, maybe even start over. rice...you were always there for me. (6/?)
from the day i was inside my mother and to this very day in which i write about you. rice... tell me, do i deserve you? your kindness, your warmth, your reassurance. your presence gives me hope. you bring hope, you are hope. i see you in that bag next to my fridge. (7/?)
i see you every day as i walk into the kitchen. i see you in my bowl or plate every day. without eating you, without seeing you in your fluffy, hot self, i cannot bare to live that day. it is not a day, it is a nightmare for me. oh rice, what would i do without you? (8/?)
how could i walk upon the soils from which you originate. you grow here, i live here, and you keep me alive. this circle of life, rice... i cannot imagine a life without you. rice, you are the love of my life. i don't need anyone or anything else but you. (9/?)
rice, oh rice! how stunning you are, as you grow from mother earth. as you bless us with your pure and lovy self. you in my cuckoo, becoming hot and soft, all ready for me to eat. oh rice! how i... how i loathe you for making me feel this way. (10/?)
rice, you dare let yourself be that way, to be so inhumanly elegant? gorgeous? how, how preposterous! it is mad of you. i am madly in love with you. rice! is this... what they call love? that four-letter word. (11/?)
that word that you don't know the meaning of until you feel it. love, what is love? rice, you are certainly my love. is this what they call love? my feelings toward you are no longer admiration, gratitude, or appreciation. it is LOVE. (12/?)
rice, oh tell me, is this what they call love? is this the trap that all humans fall under? that tempting, warm sunlight with heavenly music filling your ears. is that what you call love? the poison you don't taste until it is too late. is that love? rice, tell me! (13/?)
I FUCKING HATE TWITTER THEY DELETED MY 14TH ONE FUCK YOU IT WAS JUST GETTING GOOD
IS THIS LOVE? THE LOVE THAT I FEAR, THE LOVE THAT I DO NOT KNOW, THE LOVE THAT I WISH TO CONQUER, THE LOVE EVERY MAN AND WOMAN BEGS FOR. IS THAT LOVE, RICE? IS THAT LOVE? TELL ME. OH TELL ME RICE. DON'T BE AFRAID, WHY WON'T YOU SAY ANYTHING. I DEMAND AN ANSWER. (15/?)
oh, that's right, you are rice. i love you because you listen to me. you feel me. you are there for me. but that is only from my assumptions. i don't know the real you, rice. you are not quiet, you are silent. silent. completely silent. (16/?)
is that why i love you rice? tell me rice.
oh that's right. you're rice.
- moony
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oh that's right. you're rice.
- moony
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