Orangepeaches

not straight/ not cis/ not ur business don't be a creep

[misterebby]

Shot over 12 years using the same actors. Damn. 

[speakerwiggin-deactivated201507]

holy shit. i want to see this just because of the risk involved in committing to something for 12 years.

[letsplayamongthestars]

I’ve literally always wanted someone to do something like this

[acutelesbian]

As a little girl, I was told that one day I would fall in love and get married. I was not told that sometimes the people I loved would not love me back and that it will feel difficult to walk down that aisle with the mountains of ashes I let people leave in my heart, but it will very easy to turn and run. So I did. As a little girl, I was told that drugs weren’t cool and I should never touch them. I was not told that one day I might hate myself so much that I’d poke holes in my veins in attempts to feel some sunshine inside of me. As a little girl, I was told by my grandfather on his death bed that everyone’s time comes when they must go back to heaven. I was not told that sometimes their time comes at 17 in their best friend’s car blaring their favourite song and heaven quits existing when the sound of colliding metal manifests in your dreams. As a little girl, I was told to stay away from men in white vans offering me candy, because they were the bad guys that would hurt me. I was not told to stay away from vibrant eyes and beautiful smiles offering me home in their arms, because good people can hurt you too. As a little girl, I was told that I would bring home boys that my father didn’t approve of. I was not told that I would want to bring home girls but I’d be too afraid my father wouldn’t approve. As a little girl, I was told I may be pressured to do things he wants me to do and I should wait until I’m ready. I was not told he wouldn’t care if I was ready and the word “no” isn’t always stronger than his hands cuffed around my wrists. As a little girl, I was told not to be scared of the monsters under my bed, because they were really only in my head. They were right about that, but I think I’m even more afraid now.

(trm) Little Girl (via acutelesbian)

[teamrocketing]

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i was looking up chicken noises to annoy my sister and now i can’t breathe

[britishpike]

IM CRYINGG

[keyblack-hl]

I STARTED PLAYING THIS IN THE CAR AND MY ENTIRE FAMILY TOLD ME TO “TURN IT OFF HAILEY” WITHOUT MISSING A BEAT

[halethestilinskis]

ITS 2 AM AND I AM DYING

[manafromheaven]

EVERYTHING HURTS

[rock10zxa]

this is literally what i’ve set up as my alarm for school

[kinky-saint-deactivated20140705]

How can I teach my chickens to sing???

[leoreturns-deactivated20110811]

[tumboner]

leoreturns:

I have been waiting all year to post this.

omg

[merspers]

This has been in my queue for months.

[mcgooglykins]

I missed it last year and I vowed that would NEVER HAPPEN AGAIN.

[thatsoundsprettynice]

YES

[xbstnmnr-deactivated20241116]

omg i didnt reblog this last year!

[petamia-blog]

HAHAHAH

[undefined-mystery]

I need more than a light jacket today :(

[disneymagix]

[recklesscreature]

AWWWWW

[hashtagloveloses]

friendly reminder:

[smileygraffiti-blog]

CORNER. NOW.

[villalunae]

*aggressively points*

[nerd-with-wings-deactivated2019]

WHY THE FUUUQQQ WOULD YOU SAY THAT

[disneyinspirations]

That is NOT a friendly reminder!

[tuneage]

Have you seen the music video for Turn Down for What?! It’s a goddamn experience.

[grandhighbud-blog]

THE FUCK DID I JUST WATCH

[kungfusnowqueen-deactivated2014]

That was something I wish I didn’t watch

[gamesthot]

its worth it omg

[cana-mochi]

Why is this a thing omfg lmfao

[paix-de-peine]

OMG WTF THAT WAS AMAZING BUT AT THE SAME TIME WAS ABSOLUTELY TERRIFYING

[dimension20official]

"Eye of the Tiger" Played on an Old Dot-Matrix Printer

"Papa, what did the ’80s sound like?"

[avisofapatite]

This is so many levels of brilliant

[bobbymoynihans]

[mrsfallontimberlake-deactivated]

Ive been counting down the days until I could reblog this

[inkskinned]

I thought I lost you because they buried you under six feet of soil. I remember standing there with my heels sinking into the ground and thinking about how you would have felt claustrophobic. I wanted to dig you up and pour my own life into you because the idea of going on without you felt like a real sad joke told at a wake: nobody really laughs but everyone does their best to smile anyway. I thought I lost you so I did worse things to myself than you would have been proud of. I think maybe I just wanted to feel something other than that dull ache, you know? It felt like maybe instead of a graveyard, they had torn a hole in my soul. You just weren’t there anymore. You weren’t there when the grades started slipping, you weren’t there for the missed classes, you weren’t there for the friends who were more like bullies, you weren’t there to stop me from taking that ninth tequila shot, you weren’t there to hold my hair back, you weren’t there to take me home on the nights I was too sad to party but too weak to say no, you weren’t there with your familiar warmth and the curve of your smile. You were just gone. I didn’t find you until two years later when a little girl fell down and her knee bled across her shin and she said, “Don’t be sad, stuff like this happens.” I didn’t find you until I watched little baby birds peck their way into this life. I didn’t find you until I was sober and tired and ready to go home when I found a girl passed out on the sofa, too drunk to stand up. I got her showered and warmed up and back to her room and she looked at me and said, “I’m a stranger, why would you help me?” and I felt you right beside me for once in forever and I said, “Because I can.” We don’t die, we pass on. We pass on. Your smile lives in the sunrise and your heartbeat pounds in good music. If I rap against a guitar, I can hear the crack of your knuckles. You’re the reason I am strong and kind and patient because you’re the one who taught me to be that way. You’re in the grass and in the wind and every time I see something beautiful, I find you in it. I miss you more than poets could make sound pretty. But I’m gonna keep living so your story continues, no matter how bad the pain gets. I’m gonna pass this heart you gave me to every person I meet on the street. I’m gonna give them what you gave me. I’m gonna do my best to make them happy. This is the closest I can give you to eternity.

"He killed himself. Bullet to the head five minutes from my school." /// r.i.d  (via inkskinned)

[buttwyattarchive-deactivated201]

[theendofaspark]

this is never going to not be funny 

[gotgetboobs]

My dash is really depressing

[gotgetboobs]

It's 2022 and I downloaded Tumblr again oops. Aparently my 2014 self queued things so that's fun

[mariopowertennis]

YOU HAVE ENTERED

RADICAL SATURDAY

[cynical-werewolf]

Today’s Friday, though.

[sketchlock]

[gotgetboobs]

harry: i'm gonna save the day

hermione: *looks into the camera like she's on the office*

[aprilwyatt-blog]

No one should have to cry in the shower. That’s just too sad.

[bearded-shepherd]

[gotgetboobs]

lol remember when tumblr had porn but you had to go through like 7 layers of pseudo porn blogs to find them