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The Art of Becoming the Woman You Admire
One day, i realized that the women i admired weren't necessarily the prettiest, richest or most popular.
They simply carried themselves differently.
They spoke with intention. They had hobbies. They read books. They knew when to leave. They didn't beg for attention. They treated themselves with the same care they gave to everyone else.
For a long time, i thought admiration was something that happened from a distance. I thought i would always be the girl looking up at those woman.
But becoming her isn't a single decision. It's a collection of tiny choices.
The book you decide to read instead of scrolling. The boundary you finally enforce. The promise you keep to yourself. The way you speak when nobody is around to hear it.
Little by little, the gap between who you are and who you want to be begins to close.
The art of becoming the woman you admire is realizing she was never someone else.
She was always a future version of you
every time you hesitate, someone less talented takes your spot. the world rewards audacity and confidence, NOT potential alone.
Maybe growing up is simply learning that not everything beautiful has to be witnessed.
The Truth About the Clean Girl Pandemic
Somewhere along the way, being ''the clean girl'' stopped being an aesthetic and became a lifestyle everyone was chasing.
Suddenly, every morning looked the same ; the slick back, the gold hoops, the matcha, the pilates class, the expensive skincare lined up perfectly on a marble counter. It was beautiful, it was aspirational.
But I don't think that's why so many of us wanted it.
I think we wanted what it represented.
Peace.
In a world that moves too fast, where everyone is expected to be available 24/7 and constantly reinvent themselves, the clean girl felt like someone who had it all figured out. Her room? clean, her mind? quiet. She drank enough water, she had her goals, she looked after herself. She was suppose to be the definition of the word perfect.
The truth is, none of these things come from buying the right products.
The clean girl isn't created by a serum, gym membership, or a pinterest board.
She's created in the ordinary moments.
She's the girl who washes her face even after the longest days. The girl who chooses to study because she cares about her future. The girl who makes her bed, puts her phone down, goes for a walk, and slowly but surely builds a life she doesn't feel the need to escape from.
Maybe that's why the ''Clean girl pandemic'' happened in the first place.
Maybe we were never obsessed with looking perfect. Maybe we were all just looking for a softer way to live.
And maybe the real glow up isn't becoming the girl on your For You Page.
Maybe it's becoming the version of yourself that feels at home in her own life.
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π gloss pages vol. 1 -- the audrey effect β§
hey lovelies! iβm so excited to share the first ever issue of the glowettee magazine! it's called "gloss pages" this first issue is inspired by audrey hepburn, quiet confidence, soft girl, and becoming the most elegant version of yourself β§ 7 pages of vintage tips, dreamy rituals, audrey quotes, and coquette-style guidance for girls who want to glow up from the inside out. take what you need, screenshot what you love, and share it with your soft girl circle π€ xoxo, mindy π
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i love being my sweet, dolly, girly, pretty, authentic self online and offline
β§γ»γ: how i'm using this season to shed old identities that no longer serve me :γ»γβ§:γ»γβ§
hey lovelies! β¨mindy here!
i've been sitting on my little balcony this morning, watching the sunrise with my iced matcha, thinking about how summer always feels like nature's permission slip to reinvent ourselves. there's something about the longer days and warmer air that makes everything feel possible, you know? like we can finally shed the heavy coats of who we've been pretending to be.
β.ΰ³ΰΏ:ο½₯ realizing i've been wearing masks ο½₯:ΰΏΰ³.β
honestly? i had this moment last week where i was getting ready for a friend's party and literally tried on seven different outfits, not because they didn't fit but because i kept thinking "does this look like me?" and then i had this weird breakdown moment where i was like⦠wait, who even is "me" anymore?
i realized i've been cycling through different versions of myself for different people - the perpetually positive girl, the aesthetic overachiever, the one who never needs help, the girl who has it all figured out. it's exhausting trying to maintain all these identities when deep down i just want to exist without the pressure of being consistent with who i was yesterday.
β.ΰ³ΰΏ:ο½₯ summer as a season of shedding ο½₯:ΰΏΰ³.β
i've been thinking about snakes a lot lately (stay with me lol). they shed their entire skin when they outgrow it, and there's something so beautiful about that natural process of release. summer feels like the perfect time for us to do the same.
i started making a list of identities i've outgrown but have been clinging to:
the girl who says yes to everything because she's afraid of disappointing people
the perpetual optimizer who can't enjoy anything without trying to improve it
the one who needs everyone to like her (this one's been the hardest to let go of tbh)
the person who derives all her worth from productivity and achievement
these old skins have been suffocating me, and i didn't even realize how much until i started consciously peeling them away.
β.ΰ³ΰΏ:ο½₯ my gentle shedding rituals ο½₯:ΰΏΰ³.β
i've been creating little rituals to help me release these old identities, and it's been kind of magical? here's what's been working for me:
morning journaling where i write from the perspective of my authentic self rather than who i think i should be (sometimes i literally don't know what to write and that's telling)
a social media cleanse where i unfollowed accounts that make me feel like i need to perform a certain version of myself (cut my following list in half and my anxiety improved immediately)
practicing saying things like "i don't know" and "i changed my mind" without offering explanations or apologies (terrifying at first but gets easier)
creating a "permission slip box" where i write down things i'm allowing myself to be/do/feel that the old me would have rejected (currently on my nightstand and it's getting fuller every day)
asking myself "whose voice is this?" whenever i hear that critical inner monologue (turns out most of my inner critic speaks in borrowed voices)
β.ΰ³ΰΏ:ο½₯ growing pains & gentle reminders ο½₯:ΰΏΰ³.β
can i be honest? this shedding process isn't always pretty. there have been days where i've slipped back into people-pleasing or perfectionism because those old identities feel safe. there have been moments where i've felt completely lost without my usual masks to hide behind.
but i'm learning that this discomfort is part of the process. that weird in-between stage where you've outgrown who you were but haven't fully become who you're meant to be? that's where the magic happens. that's where we get to play and experiment and figure out what actually feels true.
i keep reminding myself that authenticity isn't a destination, it's a practice. and summer, with its forgiving warmth and abundant light, feels like the perfect container for this messy, beautiful transformation.
so i'm curious⦠what identities are you outgrowing this summer? what parts of yourself are you ready to shed? sometimes naming them is the first step to letting them go.
sending you all the courage to become more of who you really are.
xoxo, mindy π€
p.s. if you're feeling brave, write down an identity you're shedding on a piece of paper and bury it in your garden or a potted plant. let something new grow in its place. (i did this with "perfect girl" last week and i swear my lavender plant is thriving)
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How to manifest anything.
saying this AGAIN as a reminder to myself and anybody else out there. γ
Figure out what you want γ
Make the decision to detach from the 3d declare to yourself that you will no longer look towards the 3d for it anymore or concern yourself with whatever's going on in the 3d. detach from it, it no longer matters to you since you have what you want now. γ
Also make the decision to let go of the old story declare to yourself that whatever happened or was true a moment ago is no longer true for you anymore now. whatever happened no longer matters anymore since the story has changed now. γ
Claim you have whatever it is you want just start telling yourself you have whatever it is you want. that's it. don't go back on that decision or concern yourself with anything else anymore since you have it right now. γ
Extra: If you ever doubt, just remind yourself you have it. anytime you might have a doubt or opposing thought just remind yourself that you have it by telling yourself again "i have _ right now". that's literally it. you don't need to fight yourself on it, just remind yourself and move on. γ
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I want long hair γ
i will no longer look at my hair in the 3d or even care what my hair looks like in the 3d. the 3d doesn't matter anymore and it's time for me to decide the new story for myself, despite what the 3d shows me now and later, cause i'm the one who makes the decisions here. γ
i will also no longer care about the fact that my hair used to be short. that news has expired and i am now someone who has long hair, so goodbye old story. γ
i am now someone who has long hair. i have long hair. my hair is long now. done lol, it's so easy. γ
if i doubt i'll just tell myself again "no lol i have long hair now, that's my story now, that's true for me now, and i have it."
she gets princess treatment from everyone she meets, her heart is sweet and pure like a cupcake, her lips are always glossed in sugar cookie flavored lip gloss, she loves self care, victoria's secret, and gourmand scents, she takes care of her appearance, she is smart, well educated and she is the princess of the family.
i am her, she is me
xoxo, tianna π§π
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