Orange is the New Black

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༒ ʜᴏᴡ ɪꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴄᴇ ꜰᴇʟᴛ? ༒

ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ꜱɪʀᴇɴꜱ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ɪꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴇɴᴛᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴘᴜʀᴘᴏꜱᴇꜱ ᴏɴʟʏ, ʙᴀꜱᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴʟᴏᴀᴅꜱ ɪ ʀᴇᴄᴇɪᴠᴇ. ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋ ᴍᴇ ɪꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇꜱꜱᴀɢᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇꜱᴏɴᴀᴛᴇ. ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ɪɴ ᴍɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ, ɴᴏᴛ ᴀɴ ɪɴᴅɪᴠɪᴅᴜᴀʟ ᴏɴᴇ, ꜱᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴡɪʟʟ ʀᴇꜱᴏɴᴀᴛᴇ. ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ꜱᴀɪᴅ, ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ!

ꜱᴇɴᴅ ᴅᴏɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ᴄᴀꜱʜᴀᴘᴘ $ꜱᴀʏʜᴏɴᴇʏꜱɪʀᴇɴ

༞ʜᴏɴᴇʏꜱɪʀᴇɴ༞🍒

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ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴄᴇ ɪꜱ ᴠᴇʀʏ ɪɴᴛᴇɴꜱᴇ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴇʀɢʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇxᴜᴅᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴘᴏᴘꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴀᴘᴛɪᴠᴀᴛᴇꜱ. ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀᴜʀᴀ ᴍᴀʏ ʙᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀꜰᴜʟ ᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴡᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀꜰᴜʟ ᴀᴘᴘᴀʀᴇʟ. ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘʜʏꜱɪQᴜᴇ ɪꜱ ɪᴍᴍᴇɴꜱᴇʟʏ ᴀᴛᴛʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴠɪꜱᴜᴀʟɪᴢᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ɪɴ ᴀ ʜɪɢʜ ʀᴇɢᴀʀᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴘᴇᴀᴋ ᴍɪʀʀᴏʀꜱ ᴛʜɪꜱ. ᴏᴛʜᴇʀꜱ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ꜱᴜᴄᴄᴇꜱꜱꜰᴜʟ. ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴀɴᴛ. ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴇᴛ ᴘʀᴀɪꜱᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀꜱ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴀʀɴᴇʀ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟɪᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴠᴀꜱᴛ ᴠᴀʀɪᴇᴛʏ ᴏꜰ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇꜱᴛ, ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴀʟᴇɴᴛꜱ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ʙʀɪɴɢꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴇɴᴛɪꜰᴜʟ ꜱᴜɪᴛᴏʀꜱ, ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴍᴀɪɴ ꜱɪɴɢʟᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴄᴇɪᴠᴇ ᴀ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴅᴇᴀʟ ᴏꜰ ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀᴀɪꜱᴇ. ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴄᴇ ɪꜱ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴꜱ. ᴀʟᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴀ ʀᴇʙᴇʟ, ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴇxʏ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴜᴘ ᴛʀᴜʟʏ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʀᴜꜱᴛ. ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛʀᴜꜱᴛᴇᴅ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴɪᴏɴꜱ ꜱᴇᴇ ʜᴏᴡ ᴘᴀꜱꜱɪᴏɴᴀᴛᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɪᴅᴇᴀꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴜɴɪQᴜᴇ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴘᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇꜱ.

[ ᴘɪʟᴇ ɪɪ ]

ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴꜱᴇ ɪꜱ ᴡɪᴛᴛʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴇᴀꜱɪɴɢ. ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ꜰᴏʀ ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴀ ꜱʜᴀʀᴘ ᴛᴏɴɢᴜᴇ ᴏʀ ɴᴏ ꜰɪʟᴛᴇʀ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ʜᴜʀᴛ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇꜱ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇꜱᴛʀᴏʏ ᴇɢᴏꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ’ꜱ ɴᴏ ᴛᴏᴍᴏʀʀᴏᴡ. ᴏᴛʜᴇʀꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ɪɴᴛɪᴍɪᴅᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɪɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪᴛᴛɪɴᴇꜱꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇꜰᴜʟ ᴏꜰ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ꜱᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ. ɪꜰ ɴᴏᴛ, ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴏ ᴘʀᴏʙʟᴇᴍ ꜱʜᴏᴡɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅɪꜱᴀᴘᴘᴏɪɴᴛᴍᴇɴᴛ. ɪ’ᴍ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠɪʙᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ʟᴀᴡʏᴇʀ, ᴊᴜᴅɢᴇ ᴏʀ ᴘᴏʟɪᴛɪᴄɪᴀɴ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇꜱ ʙꜱ, ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀᴄᴛꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɴᴏ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɪᴍ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴄʜᴀʟʟᴇɴɢᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴅᴏᴡɴ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴜɴᴅᴇʀꜱᴛᴏʀᴍꜱ, ɢʟᴏᴏᴍʏ ᴡᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴏʀ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ʟᴏᴏᴋ/ᴀᴇꜱᴛʜᴇᴛɪᴄ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀꜱ ᴛᴇʟʟɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ. ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʟᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ. ᴀɴ ᴀʟᴘʜᴀ ꜰᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ᴏʀ ᴍᴀʟᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀ ᴘʟᴀɴɴɪɴɢ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴀᴛᴇꜱ. ɪ’ᴍ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʀᴏᴄᴋꜱᴛᴀʀ ᴠɪʙᴇꜱ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴛʜʀɪʟʟ. ɢᴏᴛʜꜱ. ʜᴏʀʀᴏʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀꜱ. ʜᴀʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱᴇᴅ. ᴀᴍᴜꜱᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴘᴀʀᴋꜱ. ꜰᴀꜱᴛ ᴄᴀʀꜱ. ᴄᴏɴᴄᴇʀᴛꜱ. ʟᴏᴜᴅ ᴍᴜꜱɪᴄ. ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴛʀɪᴠᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ꜰᴜʟꜰɪʟʟɪɴɢ ᴘᴀʀᴛɴᴇʀꜱʜɪᴘꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱʜɪᴘꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇꜱ ᴄᴇʟᴇʙʀᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ.

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ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴄᴇ ɪꜱ Qᴜɪᴇᴛ, ᴘᴀᴛɪᴇɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍʏꜱᴛᴇʀɪᴏᴜꜱ. ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴏʟᴅ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ꜰᴜʟʟʏ ᴛʀᴜꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ ᴏʀ ꜱɪᴛᴜᴀᴛɪᴏɴ. ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍɪɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇꜰᴜʟ ᴏꜰ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴀʏ ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪᴛ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴍᴀɴɪꜰᴇꜱᴛ. ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴀ ᴏʙꜱᴇʀᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪꜱ ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟʟʏ ꜱᴀᴛɪꜱꜰɪᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ. ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴄᴇ ɪꜱ ꜱᴛʀɪᴋɪɴɢ, ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ꜱᴀʏ ᴏʀ ᴅᴏ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ. ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ʀɪᴄʜ ɪɴɴᴇʀ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ꜱʜᴏᴡꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʀᴀᴅɪᴀɴᴛ ʀᴏʏᴀʟᴛʏ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ʙᴇ ᴀɴ ᴀʀᴛɪꜱᴛ/ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ. ɪ’ᴍ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴀ ʜᴏᴍᴇʙᴏᴅʏ ᴏʀ ᴀ ʟᴏᴡ-ᴋᴇʏ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ. ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ꜱᴇɴꜱᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴄᴏʟᴅ ᴅᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴛᴏɪᴄ ᴅᴇᴍᴇᴀɴᴏʀ. ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴇᴇᴍ ᴠᴇʀʏ ɪɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴛ, ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ, ʟᴇᴀʀɴ ᴏʀ ʙᴇ ᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʟʟʏ ꜱᴛɪᴍᴜʟᴀᴛᴇᴅ. ᴏᴛʜᴇʀꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴍᴀɢɴᴇᴛɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ᴅʀᴀᴡɴ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴄᴏʟᴅ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅᴇʀ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴀ ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢꜰᴜʟ ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ. ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴇᴛ ʙᴏʀᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀɴɴᴏʏᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜱᴜᴘᴇʀꜰɪᴄɪᴀʟ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ. ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ᴊᴜᴅɢᴇᴅ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ, ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴍɪꜱᴛᴀᴋᴇ. ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴍᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ꜱᴛʀᴀɪɢʜᴛᴇɴ ᴜᴘ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɪɴɴᴇʀ ᴄʜɪʟᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅ ᴀꜱ ᴄʜɪʟᴅ, ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴄᴀʀᴛᴏᴏɴꜱ, ᴘᴀɪɴᴛ, ʀɪᴅᴇ ʙɪᴋᴇꜱ, ᴏʀ ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʀᴄᴀᴅᴇ. (ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴏʀɴ ᴏɴ ᴡᴀɴɪɴɢ ᴄʀᴇꜱᴄᴇɴᴛ ᴍᴏᴏɴ ᴘʜᴀꜱᴇ.)

Dark Feminine Affirmations

My rage is sacred, my sadness is beautiful. love that I am able to express my emotions.

I don’t repress my emotions. I speak my mind and I speak my truth.

I am in control of my subconscious mind and I use this power to attract greatness.

I don’t need to chase because I know that the Universe will bring my manifestations to me immediately.

My body is a temple I nurture always, my body is beautiful.

Tumblr is made of stronger stuff than most social media, I think. 

We survived being sold and the porn ban and being sold again.

The finale of Supernatural. 

We have witnessed the rise and fall of Facebook and now Twitter. Who knows what else we will witness, the death of Instagram, the execution of TikTok. Maybe we’ll see the rise of MySpace again, from the ashes. 

The death by firing squad of LinkedIn, maybe. 

I know I will go down with this ship, if there is any iceberg powerful enough to crack its hull in two. 

Let it come. 

I will see us through to the end. 

This is my embarrassing home of almost ten years. This site saw me go from a 15 year old teenager to a 25 year old tired adult. 

I shall continue until either it or I give out. Whether that’s in ten years or a hundred. Whether I am 35 or 95. 

Walk arm in arm with cringe posting, flower crowns, night blogging, indiecore, Mishapocalypse, Klance death cults, SU Nazi discourse, She-Ra paramilitary death squads, turbo gay hell, Putin Destiel Election, oh the stories I have to NEVER TELL ANOTHER LIVING SOUL. 

I hate it here. It’s so embarrassing. It’s humiliating. 

I can never leave. 

I couldn’t go. Could never say goodbye. 

As long as you are here, I must stay. 

As long as you remain, I must also persist. 

WHY IS THERE A LEGO AXE ON THE BATHROOM FLOOR

“Birds are fed by their parents in their infancy. When the time comes to feed themselves, there can be some confusion when the food does not go into their mouth by itself.”

oh yeah, with the new size limit for .gifs this thing can finally be posted

This will never get old.

except for the fact it was my birthday, MY FUCKING BIRTHDAY

IMVU CONTENT COMING SOON!