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A Jolly Holiday With You

Brooke. 19 years old. Photographer. Disneyland Cast Member. Secret Agent Lens.

I hold a Ph.D in not growing up.

If you follow me, expect to see a lot of Disneyland, musicals, photography, stupid adventures with my friends, and dogs.

Mostly dogs.

Ooooooh pink socks how manly.
Sabrin [on West Side Story]
  #houdinisaysbelieve    #i live in a giant bucket    #sab commentates shit  
OOOH He just spit on him. Oooooh that was gay. OOOOOOOH THIS IS ALL GAY.
Sabrin [on West Side Story]
  #houdinisaysbelieve    #i live in a giant bucket    #sab commentates shit  
Wait. He has leather wrist bracelet cuffs. WAIT. THEY ALL HAVE LEATHER WRIST BRACELET CUFFS. WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? JASON SEGAL?
Sabrin [on West Side Story]
  #houdinisaysbelieve    #i live in a giant bucket    #sab commentates shit  
Sabrin: WEST SIDE STORY? More like SNAPPING Story.....snap.
Me: solid.
  #i live in a giant bucket    #houdinisaysbelieve    #sab commentates shit  
  #want    #food porn    #jake I want sushi  

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tumblr nobodies, UNITE!!

i think you mean…

ASSEMBLE.

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for once the supernatural fandom didn’t arrive first

I’m proud of you avengers! 

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Are we late?

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We’re coming!

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Rebloging twice cuz it’s so awesome

Julian: I wanted to listen to something upbeat but fine if you just want to listen to DEPRESSING music by SONDHEIM you can listen to Into the Woods.
Me: .......YOU WERE LISTENING TO BARE.
Julian: ......It was background noise.
  #i live in a giant bucket    #captainshmuck  

AN INCREDIBLY TALENTED PHOTOGRAPHER LOVES MY PHOTOS.

EXCUSE ME WHILE I FALL OFF A CLIFF

A FAT LITTLE GIRL
is eight years old, she’s got pink cheeks that her grandmother calls chubby. She wants a second cookie but her aunt says “you’ll get huge if you keep eating.” She wants a dress and the woman in the changing room says “she’ll probably need a large in that.” She wants to have dessert and her waiter says “After all that dinner you just had? You must be really hungry!” and her parents laugh.

A FAT LITTLE GIRL
is eleven and she is picked second-to-last in gym class. She watches a cartoon and sees that everyone who is annoying is drawn with a big wide body, all sweaty and panting. At night she dreams she is swelling like the ocean over seabeds. When she wakes up, she skips school.

A FAT LITTLE GIRL
is thirteen and her friends are stick-thin ballerinas with valleys between their hipbones. She is instead developing the wide curves of her mother. She says she is thick but her friends argue that she’s “muscular” and for some reason this hurts worse than just admitting that she jiggles when she walks and she’ll never be a dancer. Eating seconds of anything feels like she’s breaking some unspoken rule. The word “indulgent” starts to go along with “food.”

A FAT LITTLE GIRL
is fourteen and she has stopped drinking soda and juice because they bloat you. She always takes the stairs. She fidgets when she has to sit still. Whenever she goes out for ice cream, she leaves half at the bottom - but someone else always leaves more and she feels like she’s falling. She pretends to like salad more than she does. She feels eyes burrowing through her body while she eats lunch. Kate Moss tells her nothing tastes as good as skinny feels, but she just feels like she is wilting.

A FAT LITTLE GIRL
is fifteen the first time her father says “you’re getting gaunt.” She rolls her eyes. She eats one meal a day but thinks she stays the same size. Every time she picks up a brownie she thinks of the people she sees on t.v. and every time she has cake, she thinks of the one million magazine articles on restricting calories. She used to have no idea a flat stomach was supposed to be beautiful until she saw advice on how to achieve it. She cuts back on everything. She controls. They tell her she’s getting too thin but she doesn’t believe it.

A FAT LITTLE GIRL
is sixteen and tearing herself into shreds in order for a thigh gap big enough to hush the screams in her head. She doesn’t “indulge,” ever. She can’t go out with friends, they expect her to eat. She damns her sweet tooth directly to hell. It’s coffee for breakfast and tea for lunch and if there’s dance that evening, two cups of water and then maybe an apple. She lies all the time until she thinks the words will rot her teeth. She dreams about food when she sleeps. Her aunt begs her to eat anything, even just a small cookie. They say, “One bite won’t make you fat, will it, darling?”

A FAT LITTLE GIRL
is seventeen and too sick to go to prom because she can’t stand up for very long. She thinks she wouldn’t look good in a dress anyway. Her nails are blue and not because they are painted. Her hair is too thin to do anything with. She’s tired all the time and always distracted. She once absently mentions the caloric value of grapes to the boy she is with and he looks at her like she’s gone insane and in that moment she realizes most people don’t have numbers constantly scrolling in their heads. She swallows hard and tries to figure out where it all went wrong, why more than a granola bar for a meal makes her feel sick, why she tastes disease and courts with death. She misses sleep. She misses being able to dream. She misses being herself instead of just being empty.

A FAT LITTLE GIRL
is twenty and writes poetry and is a healthy weight and still fights down the voices every single day. She puts food in her mouth and sometimes cries about it but more and more often feels good, feels balanced. Her cheeks are pink and they are chubby and soft and no longer growing slight fur. Her hair is long and it is beautiful. She still picks herself apart in the mirror, but she’s starting to get better about it. She wears the dress she likes even if it only fits her in a large and she doesn’t feel like a failure for it. She is falling in love with the fat on her hips.

She is eating out with friends and not worrying about finding the lowest calorie item on the menu when she hears a mother tell her four year old daughter “You can’t have ice cream, we just had dinner.
You don’t want to end up as a fat little girl.”

Why do we constantly do this to our children? /// r.i.d (via inkskinned)
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I wanted to download We Will Rock You, but…

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everytime i hear this my lungs hurt from laughing


I just fOUND HTE BEST GIF OMFG

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I HAVE LOOKED FOR THIS LONGER THAN I HAVE BEEN ALIVE

This… For some reason causes me to giggle.

play this at my funeral

Everyone should just stop what they’re doing and listen to this. 

Gold.

DOES ANYONE HAVE A DOWNLOAD LINK TO THIS

If you have skype I can send it to ya!

I still have no idea what the fuck this is but I will play it every time.

  #audio  
brookepearcephotography:

ElecTRONica on Flickr.

brookepearcephotography:

ElecTRONica on Flickr.

  #viva la electronica    #disneyland    #my photography    #holy fuck this photo I love it so much help  

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AU The Fault In Our Stars where Hazel Grace succumbs to the cancer and dies and in the last scene all you see is Augustus standing out side with a cigarette between his lips and a hand slowly reaching up to light it.

HOW ABOUT NO

HOW ABOUT FUCK YOU 

you’re all sick lmao

  #tfios    #wow fuck you too  

OH MY GOD. There’s a dumpster outside my apartment. People regularly throw stuff away in it and ya know. Dumpster things.

Someone just threw a bag of trash really high over the gates to it and into it. And out of the corner of my eye it definitely looked like someone jumping onto my balcony. And I almost had a heart attack.

pirate-and-the-princess:

oh. my. GOD.

  #WOW FUCK YOU    #OUAT  

captainmjolnir:

People criticizing TFIOS because Gus sounds pretentious???

that was the point???

like literally at his fake funeral his best friend talks about how fucking pretentious he is and how annoying it was???

It was one of his character flaws? He was deliberately written that way?

You’re not being clever or critical by pointing it out, you are literally stating a fact about the novel that the author deliberately wrote

  #tfios