Moustache! No Hate Aries Agnostic PLUR Raver Self-harm Awareness Animal Abuse Awareness Anxiety Disorder Awareness Depression Awareness Equal Rights Suicide Prevention PRIDE Bookworm Gaga Pride Fangirl Identity Questioning I'm A Little Oakling, And A Proud One Too.

I'm A Little Oakling, And A Proud One Too.

I love Troyler (Tyler Oakley's fans should be called Little Oaklings), Jim Chapman, and Connor Franta. Jim Chapman followed me on the 3rd of January 2014 at 11.30pm. I post s*** all, and I'M PART OF SO MANY FANDOMS!! Just have a look round my blog, and follow if you want more! :) Send me an ask if you're going to SUMMER IN THE CITY because then, maybe we could get to know each other, and we could meet up because i'm going!!
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Hey beautiful xx

@Anonymous

Heyya ^.^ xx

shinigamipsyche:

avenging-sherl0ck:

whateveriwannapost:

spahck:

not offending people on tumblr is really hard 

OH MY GOD
NOT EVERYONE ON TUMBLR GETS OFFENDED ALL THE TIME

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Tumblr in one post

sassyfrentus:

tilly-oakley:

i think i just peed my pants

someone was reading the comments on troye’s new video

sassyfrentus:

tilly-oakley:

i think i just peed my pants

someone was reading the comments on troye’s new video

There are 3 types of fanfics

tyleroakleyismyqueen:

m3ggxx:

The one’s that make you go:

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Or the ones that make you go:

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But then there are the ones where you just:

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((Hummus))

((Cherry))

sabakunogaaraai:

epicpseudonym:

dropalexdead:

shimmering1437:

doubledeckerbutts:

mollyrenee:

penguinochu:

this-little-kaiju-is-yamarashi:

fightingwithfantasy:

linked-skies:

viamadlucem:

phinfrost:

this test has some downright confusing english but it seems to be more or less accurate if you can figure out the questions and answer them right

Real Age: 19Mental Age: 23

Real age: 19Mental age: 22

Real Age: 17Mental Age: 30
I’m not surprised.

Real Age: 17Mental Age: 32

Real Age: 16
Mental Age: 53
Ouch.

Real Age: 19
Mental Age: 28

Real Age: 18Mental Age: 28

Real age: 16Mental age: 38

Real age: 22
Mental age: 34

Real age: 25
Mental age: 19Welp, just inverted that trend.

real 35, mental 31

Real age: 15
Mental age: 27
I am over worried hahaha

sabakunogaaraai:

epicpseudonym:

dropalexdead:

shimmering1437:

doubledeckerbutts:

mollyrenee:

penguinochu:

this-little-kaiju-is-yamarashi:

fightingwithfantasy:

linked-skies:

viamadlucem:

phinfrost:

this test has some downright confusing english but it seems to be more or less accurate if you can figure out the questions and answer them right

Real Age: 19
Mental Age: 23

Real age: 19
Mental age: 22

Real Age: 17
Mental Age: 30

I’m not surprised.

Real Age: 17
Mental Age: 32

Real Age: 16

Mental Age: 53

Ouch.

Real Age: 19

Mental Age: 28

Real Age: 18

Mental Age: 28

Real age: 16
Mental age: 38

Real age: 22

Mental age: 34

Real age: 25

Mental age: 19

Welp, just inverted that trend.

real 35, mental 31

Real age: 15

Mental age: 27

I am over worried hahaha

Hey

@Anonymous

Hii!!!!! :D

spaghettipeej:

spaghettipeej:

i think i accidentally ate some of my grandma’s ashes that were on her bed

MY GRANDMA SMOKES I MEANT CIGARETTE ASHES

tyleroakleyfanpage:

Okay here is my 4k follow forever!
These are all the people I follow and I love. I also have tyleroakley and troyesivan to thank for that! (And a bit more youtubers) Because without them I wouldn’t of met these amazing people! And I also wouldn’t be at 4k!!

My youtuber favies;
rickydillon connorfranta jccaylen
kianlawley mamrie @gracehelbig
tyleroakley troyesivan


~~~#’s~~~
5-seconds-of-troyler
5saucehemming

~~~A’s~~~
all-about-troyler
all-time-troyler (bae)
alohatroyler
amazingalanna
amazingtroyler
another-year-of-troyler (bae)
awkwardisalwaysfunny
awkwardnarwal
ayyytroyler-yall

~~~B’s~~~
beanies-and-stuff
but-baby-thats-just-me

~~~C’s~~~
chaselatka
chriscolferisoxygen
connofranta
connorfranta-cats

~~~D’s~~~
dailytroyler
dani-mellet-oakley
darren-books-andyoutubers
died-of-troyler

~~~E’s~~~
everything-oakley

~~~F’s~~~
fandoms-and-youtube
fangurlforever
foreverxsunshine
frantagurrl
fuckyeah-tyleroakley (bae)
fvckitssimz

~~~G’s~~~
giggleasaurus
gimmenutellanow

~~~H’s~~~
hashtagtroyler
haveyouseentheirbutts
hellacutetroyler
hisnameiscaylen

~~~I’s~~~
ijusthappentolikeboys (bae!)
imjcscloud
itmetroye
its-kathleener-love

~~~J’s~~~
juslayme
justyoutubersthings

~~~L’s~~~
lightly—-salted
livingunderneathitall
lorrainekeenan
lostintroylerland
loupotters
loveanythingfangirlgoes

~~~M’s~~~
m3ggxx
more-troyler
mozzie222
musicbandsyoutube
myobsessionmakesyouuncomfortable

~~~O’s~~~
o2l-5ever
o2ldreaming
o2lquotes
oliveaisfierce
omg-someone-just
omgtroyetheboyblog

~~~P’s~~~
patrickthesmexy
phanaticloser
phanisrealbitch
phanyul-howellester
pizza
princessmeggan
punkrocktroyler

~~~R’s~~~
rad-oakley
rainsrainbows

~~~S’s~~~
skinnyglasses (Hottie!)
sleep-sarcasm-youtube (bae)
so-much-youtube
spread-troyler
staff
still-into-youtubers

~~~T’s~~~
thatoptimisticchick
thatsojackruinedme
the-fault-in-our-feelss
thecheekyyoutuberthings
thecomputeraddictacrossthestreet
theoakleymachine
thesecretlifeoftroyler
thisistroyler
tilly-oakley
tillyoakley
totally-troyler
trickydillon
tripping-for-troyler
trippykindashit
trippysaremylife
troye-aka-beyonce (bae)
troyelicious
troyelover
troyesquiff (bae)
troyesweave (Hottieeee)
troyler-time (tumblr prom date! Also my bae)
troyler147
troyler18
troylerdubai
troylerfangirl (bae)
troylerholic
troyleristheway
troylerrocksmyworld
troylersawesomeworld (bae)
troylersworld (bae)
twinkbottomsivan
tyler-oakleys-pickle
tyler-thequeen
tylerfangif
tyleroakleyiseverything (bae)
tyleroakleyisjesus (bae)
tyleroakleyismyqueen (bae)
tyleroakleyisthebae
tyleroakleysbooty
tyleroakleyyy (bae)
tylerslittleshit (bae)
tylersoakling
tylerthehaterslayer (bae)

~~~U’s~~~
ugh-troye (bae)

~~~W’s~~~
watchitburn—onyoutube
wowzoesugg

~~~X’s~~~
xxcommon-white-girlxx (potato😜)

~~~Y’s~~~
youtube-fandom-compliments
youtubersandpizza
youtubersinspiration
youtubersrlyfe
youtuberswelove

Reblog if it’s okay to befriend you, ask questions, ask for advice or just have a nice chat.

daves-applejuice:

sextuhsy:

Coral blue number 2 semi-gloss lipstick

daves-applejuice:

sextuhsy:

Coral blue number 2 semi-gloss lipstick

reallylameblog:

paradisaic:

wethatkindoforc:

So my cat is sleeping between my legs and then this happened and I laughed so hard he woke up.

that’s a potato

Your cat looks like an uncooked chicken

Go watch it. You’ll definitely laugh. And if you’re not in the fandom yet, go watch it because you’ll get a glimpse into the minds of the people who are.

I am strongly contemplating suicide. I'll just stay home tomorrow and do it. I've tied up the noose and everything already.

@Anonymous

fairysharkmother:

stardroid:

Anon. I’m going to share something personal with you today. And with all of tumblr, too.

Do you see this photo?

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This is one of the few photos I have left of my mother and I. And the only one that’s digital, too.

I was about four years old in that photo. Shortly after that photo was taken, I was placed into foster care because of my mother’s mental conditions and her inability to care for me. Which was fine, it was the right thing to do.

She was taken overseas to a very good mental health clinic in Paris, which is where we came from. 

My mother had a lot of problems. Among them were her multiple personality disorder and her bipolar. She stayed in hospital for most of my life, and battled depression and her suicidal tendencies. She went through a lot, including electro-shock therapy. Nothing seemed to help. She was a very lost and very hurt woman.

And one day, on Mother’s Day of 2008, my foster parents received a phone call at about 1am from the mental hospital my mother was staying in.

My mother had hung herself in the shower of her bathroom. Her mental illnesses, her lack of access to me and the things she’d suffered through her life had snapped her. And she was gone.

I was thirteen years old. Nobody told me until the sun had risen. I left my room, ready for school. And then I was sat down, and I was told.

And I was numb.

I felt nothing, for months. Months, and months, and months.

I was a very good student at school. I got distinctions, and straight A’s. And all of that kind of just… stopped. 

The full extent of my loss didn’t hit me until years later, when I was sixteen.

And it hasn’t stopped hurting since.

I miss my mother every day. I barely got to know her, but I knew she loved me. And I ache every time I see someone walk by with their parents, or a little girl with her mother. It’s even cost me several relationships. It hurts. I can’t take it. Can’t do it.

You know the kind of woman my mother was? Kind. Smart. Thoughtful. She was a painter, and a lover of music. We lived in Australia when I was growing up, but she always loved France. In fact, it was her name. I recall my foster mother’s comment when she met her for the first time when she came back to Australia to visit me. She said how talking to my mother was like talking to your best friend. One you hadn’t seen in years. The joy in her voice, her smile.

I can’t even remember what she sounds like anymore.

Suicide? I’ve wanted to do it. Several times. It’s been tempting. Pressure builds inside your chest, and you can’t cry anymore. You feel nothing and it’s clearly just logical to end it because there’s no point living in a void anymore.

You feel like there’s no one else out there for you. You’re alone, and nobody understands.

Anon, let me tell you.

I understand. I’ve seen both sides of this coin. Nobody wins.

I know what it’s like to want to not exist. I spend half my days pretending to be mechanical because being human and alive is just too much of  a burden sometimes. But I also know what it feels like to be left behind.

It’s searing.

After the loss of my mother, I lost three more people to suicide. One was my uncle, and two others were good friends. One of them was one of my best friend.

I don’t know who you are, Anon. But I’d like to.

I’d like to know who you are so I can stop you from feeling this way. You’re not alone. And if you are? I’ll be the first to open my arms to you.

Death is not an answer, nor by any means a door to something greater.

Death is for those who have finished in this life. We are not meant to go before our time, and especially not alone.

I’m nineteen now. If my mother were still alive, she’d be thirty-eight.

It’s too young.

You’re too young.

To you, anon, and to everyone else out there who’s ever felt this way.

Stop. Breathe. Think.

Come to me, if you have to.

Go to someone. Anyone. Please.

You’re so much more than a statistic.

You’re worth so much more than tears.

You mean so much more than every person who has ever stamped you into the ground. Called you names. Failed to accept you because you don’t fit into their criteria of human. Spurned you, or ignored you. 

I know this pain. And I know what happens when that pain consumes you.

Please. Don’t go.

I don’t know you. But your life means something. 

I promise it means something.

 

A baby has sent their story in to Momma, and wanted to share it. Momma is very proud of you for having the courage to share your story.