hiii!! tumblr is such a cool place and i thought i'd try and make a post to see if anyone would wanna be my friend!!
the outsiders, matt dillon movies, ocs, k-pop, music/spotify, making playlists, friends (1994-2004), and more !!
i attached quickly so sorry if i overshare a bit/get excited.
i reply really fast & i don't like it when people are dry.
i appreciate people who match my energy.
once i get comfortable with you i love calling + roblox/playing games
if i do smth that bothers you i'd prefer for you to tell me straight up please
i'm kind of sensitive
i love yapping abt ocs/any hyperfixations of mine
pedophiles, pro-shippers, homophobic, racist, sexist, basic dnis
i'm a minor (15), so please no one over 17 and no one under like 13
if u ghost ppl pls dont bother being friends with me in the first place /nm
if u hate dallas winston/matt dillon (this one is more silly and not a strict dni)
again, if you're not gonna reply or be dry pls dont bother being friends with me in the first place /nm /gen
i'm mostly active on discord/tiktok!! im trying to be more active on here but idk how to make aesthetic posts
Hey um
The outspiders
“I’m so alone…”
went to the outsiders house museum today 🤗
this is emitting an unusual amount of parry energy
there's no such thing as heaven
and I'm the last girl on earth †
how my brain picks a new favorite character who sucks
trailer park princess ₊˚⊹♡
Pony...
Horses!
He and Darry are in a pie-eating contest but the pies turn into chocolate cake and Darry turns into a goat
A wall full of blue ribbons
Ponyboy’s drawings come to life like a television cartoon—they dance and sing and everything!
He’s alone in the house, walking from room to room in search of Darry—he can hear his big brother’s voice, always just behind the next door, but can’t find him.
He owns a horse!
Drag racing with Steve, except the race never ends, and they just keep going and going, windows down, wind in their hair, hearts alive.
Mickey Mouse bites him. He laughs, and bites back.
Ponyboy is blazing, burning up like a 4th of July bonfire. Funny thing is, Soda can’t see it happening—he smells it though, ash so thick it clogs his mouth, choking him. He wants to yell, but there’s too much smoke in his throat.
Soda is alone in the house, walking from room to room in search of Darry. He can’t find his big brother. His big brother is gone.
The room is dark, he’s five years old, and his mother sings while stroking his hair.
Dallas Winston crumples beneath a streetlight. Over and over again, on repeat, but each time the puddle of blood gets bigger, until Soda drowns in it.
He doesn’t have a mouth, it’s gone right off his face. It feels so real that when he wakes, he spends an hour in silence, until he remembers he still has a tongue.
The high school principal and his big, shiny belt-buckle.
Ponyboy and Darry are going at each other with switchblades. Soda tries to intervene. He can’t move. He tries to shout. He has no mouth.
Ponyboy and Darry kill each other in front of him; their bodies laid out, still and cold, on crimson train tracks.
The house is empty. He’s alone in the house. He hears their voices, but he can’t get to them. He’s alone in the house.
He’s alone.
Horses!!
two souls are sometimes created together and in love before they're born.
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