or, Bella’s Attempt to Beg Money from her amazing beautiful Tumblr Followers.
I realize how long this is. Please read it anyway. I’m also going to make a tag “bella needs your help” on my tumblr and I’ll keep you posted. I know the idea of this having any sort of reaction is so small but IT NEEDS TO HAPPEN. I need this to have hundreds of notes. It needs to be said.
I hate the idea of doing this with every fiber of my being. And it’s a completely self-inflicted problem. If any of my friends asked me to borrow money just on video games and booze, or pizza, or literally anything, I’d give them money with no problem. (And, to be honest, maybe that’s part of the reason why I’m in this mess to begin with.)
What mess, Bella?
A few years ago, I was in a car accident. Because of that, I had to buy a new car. Instead of using the insurance money to buy a used car completely, I was nudged and convinced by a car salesman to buy a used car and continue to pay it off. This was a mistake. Since then, I’ve had jobs that pay me little to nothing. This isn’t a problem unique to me. But what happens from that is that I pay things at the expense of other things. If I pay my phone bill, my car insurance gets impatient. If I pay my car insurance, my car payment calls once a day. If I pay off my car, my phone gets cut off.
Oh, and if I buy food, pretty much everything goes out the window.
I’m blessed enough to be living under a roof where I don’t have to pay rent, outside of running errands for my sister, otherwise I don’t know what sort of life I’d be living at this point.
Well, that’s sad. But what’s wrong now?
I thought I was balancing everything better than I actually was. Monday afternoon, I came home to a letter from my car financing saying that if I don’t pay the rest of the car loan off, they will take my car.
To give perspective, my job is a delivery driver. If I lose my car, I lose my job. They ~might~ give me an inshop position, but that’s unlikely. Also, considering almost a hundred percent of what I provide for to my rent-free living is car based (driving sister to school, going to the store, etc), as much as they say otherwise I can’t guarantee that I’ll be able to live here. So I’ll lose my car, job, and home in the blink of an eye.
Shit indeed, vague disembodied bold voice. But, there’s hope. (Okay, no, there isn’t.) But this is where I’m at right now.
#any small amount counts #signal boost #help needed
#geekart Disney princesses rock ! Gorgeous hipster princesses by Emmanuel Viola. More princesses here http://www.geek-art.net/emmanuel-viola-tattooed-disney-princesses/
#Disney princess #Disney princesses #me gusta
uhm. can i blame the hiatus
Via: little black raincloud.
#orphan black #clone club #ahaha
Sylveon, and finally
I don’t know what I expected.
#cackling like a dumbass :D #ahaha #pokemon #gaming
#still my favest #Buffy Summers #btvs
A/N: Okay, Birthday Anon. This is short and the ending isn’t very strong. I may or may not revisit this universe someday.
Quinn can’t believe that they’re still planning to get married. After what happened (to her) at their last attempt, she was really hoping it would be a few more years before they’d revisit a wedding. Or never.
She’s currently nursing a wine cooler in Brittany’s back yard in celebration of their Nationals win. The entire glee club is here, and Finn and Rachel are curled up on a lounge chair being all disgusting and coupley as they tell Tina all about their plans to tie the knot right after graduation—less than two weeks from now. Quinn huffs in disgust, frowning down at her bottle.
“Aw, no frownies,” Brittany chastises, plopping down next to her and wrapping an arm around her shoulder. “I can totally get you the exotic berry if you want.”
Quinn’s head comes up, eyes widening. “Excuse me?”
Brittany points to the bottle in her hand. “The berry is much better than super gross fuzzy navel. I mean, who wants fuzz in their navel?” she asks, wrinkling her nose.
“Oh,” Quinn breathes. “No…it’s fine.
Brittany nods slowly, her eyes darting over to Rachel and Finn. “But I guess looking at that is super gross too.”
“Yeah,” Quinn agrees. “Sometimes I wish…”
“What?” Brittany asks.
Quinn shrugs. “Just…have you ever wished you could go back and do things differently?”
#aaaah! :D #faberry fanfic #ficlet #*squee*
Who are you
Whats your favorite color
Favorite ice cream flavor
Do you have a cat
reblogging again bc I already got some from really cute people, but it makes me unreasonably happy to read these from you SO KEEP ON SENDING THEM
Send some in
#BUT REALLY #tell
His name is Bartok and he’s the cutest baby you’ll ever see.
Photos by ©Brain Gremlin
Via: Cats, Beavers & Ducks
#KITTY #jfc #teh cute
#quinn fabray #accurate