soyoumusik:

hezascarlet:

uglynb:

soyoumusik:

jillibags:

soyoumusik:

Dear college bound friends,

Please do not start your essay with “Music has always been a big part of my life.” I get it. It’s the start of every. single, fricken, essay. And I know I probably made the same mistakes when I was writing mine. 

Love, 

A College Admissions Counselor

Can I start it with “dude bro. Music is the bomb digity.” ?

Honestly, you wouldn’t be the first person. I had a student start an essay with “Ball is life” and they got a scholarship so


I am incredibly curious as to why a college admissions officer has a tumblr

Shouldn’t we be worried that a college admission officer HAS a tumblr??

smallest-feeblest-boggart:

janglingargot:

biggest-gaudiest-patronuses:

vorbits:

vorbits:

biggest-gaudiest-patronuses:

*someone posts selfie* wow they’re kinda attracti—

*remembers teenagers are on this site*

*checks op’s bio, they’re a minor*

what a sweet kid
a cute bean
 you deserve only good things
be happy and safe little muffin
 I wonder if I could pull off that eyeliner


hey gaudy? you’re a cool adult.

#and this is why the ‘but they looked 18/21’ excuse is such utter bullcrap#you check#you ALWAYS check#and you NEVER get to use a young person’s appearance to justify your own inappropriate behavior

reblogging again for the tags because this holds so much value to me as a minor and i think it’s really important that y’all understand this.

#adults have a responsiblity to keep kids safe  #no matter how old they are

When I was sixteen, my family visited Hawaii, and I had a cute new swimsuit. I was a pretty busty teen, with the vocabulary of an AP English student, and while I was out swimming, a couple of college guys started flirting with me. Nothing gross, just pleasantly casual hey-you-look-great-how-are-you-enjoying-the-beach stuff.

After a minute or two of this, one of them asked if I was there with friends, and I said no, I was with my family. “Wow, you still travel with your family?” one exclaimed. “That’s cool
”

“Well, I am sixteen,” sez me.

Reader, they blanched. They flustered, they apologized, they assured me that they’d thought I was also in college, they wished me a good vacation and they bounced. All within about a minute of realizing they’d been chatting up a minor.

I was mildly mortified at the time, but now? I look back and think, Ah, what good men. What good young men.

^^^^