#helpyagirlout

[ssoulss]

Hey everyone so I don’t normally come on tumblr to shout myself out but I really could use some extra money right now (as a broke college student - I’m sure some of y’all can relate...hopefully?) so I’m selling a plethora of clothing, accessories, shoes, etc. I just updated tonight but I will be putting up many more items up for sale sometime this week! Please go check it out! Even if you can’t buy anything tell ya friends...I don’t have THAT bad of taste in clothing so I’m sure something y’all find will suit you! :) anything helps thank you tumblr lovelies, I appreciate it!!! 💞

[xxchampagnexx]

Need a sugar parent 😂

[obstinate-unicorn]

I hate Mondays. Lol I like this new phone/camera tho! #FuckMondays #caseofthemondays #whycantiremembershit #needmorecoffee #mandatorymondayselfie #INeedAMechanic #INeedABabysitter #HelpYaGirlOut #WhyAmILikeThis (at Charlotte, North Carolina) https://www.instagram.com/p/CMcy34slays/?igshid=305d15epsrjf

[effyoulucy]

Who's trynna be my friend. I need people to cry to

[littleafrodita]

please read :) i need your help

My name is Dayana, I’m 21 and after 2 years of struggling with some deep depression, I am finally in a place where I think I can be able to go back to college. So long story short, my family really never supported me when I tried to get help or go to therapy, so I took all my money and spend it on a good enough treatment to keep going. Because of that, I had to drop out of college since I could not afford it anymore (I was in my second year of industrial engineering ). I’ve got some temporary jobs but they were not so good and my medicine and treatment took almost half of the salary I made off them so I couldn’t save much during that time, I’m currently unemployed and I need $500 to pay for my tuition this semester. From the bottom of my heart, I’ll thank you so much if you can help me get back to college this year. Help a girl make their dreams come true :)

PLEASE DONATE HERE

https://www.paypal.com/paypalme2/dahumadapayares?locale.x=es_XC

[miamiloveroftays]

I AM ACTUALLY IN *NEW YORK* RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!! It still feels surreal and even though we had bad experiences (our luggage got delayed for more than a day) I FELL IN LOVE WITH YOU NEW YORK💗 I (probably) know now how you feel @taylorswift .

P.S where do you recommend to go during this season ‘cause there’s so many TALL people and yah gurl is like 5’1. I’m literally drowning.

[i-blog-what-i-wanttt]

CHECK OUT MY YOUTUBE CHANNEL 

Its full of awesome travel footage with more videos to come! Support your gay friend pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee 

[bbygrl-dess]

No catch! sign up and get $25 and every time someone sign up with your link you’ll get $10!

[12taylorkay]

Like my page, share my page, and just spread the word. I appreciate all of the love and support more than words could ever explain. 📽🎞🎬🖤 https://facebook.com/TaylorKayOfficial/

I am a starting-out actress and artist; My mission is to make a positive difference in this world while doing what I love.

As some of you who may run Facebook “Official pages” may know, Facebook will hide your posts and page from people’s timelines unless you pay them to boost the post(s)/page. Or! If you reach 500 Likes they will begin boosting your posts automatically due to the “popularity” of said page, without the owner of the page having to pay. As someone who is a young college student, just starting out in my career, I don’t have finances to spare in order to boost my posts/page right now. Soo, I am trying to get my Likes up, to boost my page, in order to boost the knowledge of what I am doing! Help me with the start of my career by getting my name and work out there!

[ssoulss]

BUY URSELF A THING OR 2!!!

[thatgirlwithagoddessvibe]

Need a little more music for my personal witchy playlist.

If you see this, comment one of your absolute favorite witchy songs or a song that feels magical. 🎶

#witchy #magical #vibewithme #music #playlist #helpyagirlout #pleaseandthankyou

[crying-in-a-hotub-blog]

You are more like a tween than you think.

Recent events influenced my mom to sign me up for swim classes in which was designed to teach me life-saving skills in case of an emergency. What at the time seemed like a great idea quickly turned into a terrible one.

The fact that I was forced to sacrifice my Friday night should have been an immediate warning, but for some reason, I was committed to learning CPR and all the other shenanigans that come along with it. With pride and confidence in my walk, I open the door to my classroom and what was before me did not live up to my expectations. A room in which I imagined to be decorated with life-saving tips and CPR dummies was instead crawling with the most questionable species on planet earth, tweens.

A row of tacky and bubbly personalities was seated at a table in front of me and as soon as I entered a room, I felt the entire class staring at me. Dressed in an oversized black sweatshirt and baggy track pants I was definitely the centre of attention amongst a sea of an obnoxious tween uniform. From that moment on, I knew that I was in for a ride.

Myself being a relatively quiet and conserved seventeen years old, I was convinced that this class was my own personal hell. Completely different than all my other classmates, I could not see myself having any meaningful conversations with them. They were immature, annoying and most importantly boy crazy, a set of classic tween temperaments.

Until it all changed. One night as I was dragged to my class, one of my classmates was looking at herself in the mirror wearing her prissy little one-piece bathing suit. She gazes at herself and then says “ugh, I’m so ugly.” She said this in a tone as if her words had no meaning to her as if she throws this phrase around nonchalantly not acknowledging the subconscious damage it is doing to her. This phrase triggered a nostalgia, the feeling of being self-conscious and insecure were both common themes in my tween years. Yet I did not say anything to her, but I felt as if we had a connection as if a little tween still lived inside of my soul.

The next class was a little bit different. As my classmates and myself were scrubbing the chlorine off our skin, one tween asked me in her high pitched prepubescent voice, what I would be doing after high school. I explained to her that I planned on pursuing a career in journalism and then continued to ask her what her plans for the future. In one breath, she told me her dream to become a dancer but how she can never pursue her passion, because of the absence of money in the industry. In that moment, I experienced a sudden shift in sensitivity.

I was not all that different from my classmates, in fact, as much as I hate to admit it, we had more in common than what I initially thought. I was once a squeaky tween myself.

Underneath all the pink glitter and boy band obsessions lives a tiny soul stressed from the pressures of society. A soul in which I can relate to on the deepest level because I felt the same way when I was her age.

Body image, boy drama, periods, shaving, wondering what to wear to the school dance, Justin Bieber, hiding your makeup from mom and choosing between your dreams and reality. The stress of being a tween is too much and it all came flooding back to me in that change room.

“Follow your dreams kid, you only live one life and it is better to risk it than never try.” Was my attempt at giving the most profound advice to this tween at a dingy community centre shower room.

I feel like once we evolve out of our tween stage we forget how it is like to be one. It is the most awkward stage in your life, where you are too old to be considered a baby yet too young to be considered a teenager. You are faced with problems and are challenged for the first time ever to figure them out on your own. Yet your problems are not seen as important, the fact that Jonathan didn’t talk to you during recess may not be as detrimental than you thought. But during the time it was life or death, a situation in which you were probably going to go home and angrily scribble in your pink furry diary about.  

This is where I felt my moral obligation to help these young girls out because if anyone can give them the best advice, it is me. A strange 17-year-old girl in whom they just met at their CPR class.

At the end of that course I believed I learned more about myself than CPR (which I don’t know if that’s a good thing) and after observing this species for a little over two months, I have come to my conclusion. Tweens are more like you than you think.   

[mrsbrodehl]

It’s 3pm, what the hell coffee?!