1. In a Men’s Warehouse, not the suit store. A warehouse where they make lousy men.

2. Conservative foam party. Not right wing conservative, conservative as in the soap is rationed so no one gets too fucky.

3. On the Peter Pan ride at Disneyland. Don’t kiss while fake flying. Notice how you move over the darkness. Pay attention to tiny London. Tiny London is paying attention to you!

4. At a gun range after happy hour. Everyone you love is one bad joke away from leaving you for good.

5. In a city that doesn’t get its own jokes.

6. Um. Never kiss someone who is searching for a word and tells you they are blanking. They will think you are putting words in their mouth. It’s much worse.

7. In front of someone in Malibu with a sense of humor.

8. Inside of a literal white Russian. It must break you.

9. At a vegan BBQ while everyone compares the glisten of their fake meat sweats around the L.E.D. campfire, embracing the future, embracing a lack of joy until that becomes joy. Do not kiss them until they admit they are meat.

10. In a gay western seafood bar called Fish and Chaps.

11. You should never kiss someone who is trying to enjoy a churro. A churro is just a donut with a boner.

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Pretty College Dork with Cute Shoes drinks too many smoothies, takes too many selfies

Pretty College Dork with Cute Shoes drinks too many smoothies, takes too many selfies


it’s difficult to allow yourself happiness, or to think that you deserve joy when you’ve been used to heavy-heartedness for so long. but maybe it’s time to dismantle this notion that sadness and breakage is the only thing necessary to prove your humanity to the world. there are few moments of bliss in our lives, and we gotta grab onto it, hold those moments — however brief or prolonged they  may be — to our little hearts. sure, it’s easier to sympathize with sadness, with someone’s misfortune, but happiness can be shared, too. laughter a healthy contagion, no? for so much of my twenty years i focused on my sadness because i didn’t know any other words for feeling your body so deeply. thought that i couldn’t have every color, thought that it was selfish of me to want to sing out and dance and smile at strangers when people i loved were hurting, or when there was still so much suffering and injustice in the world. but it’s courageous to laugh. courageous to be giddy and full of joy. an act of revolution, even, to say no to the world telling you to move through it in fear, to pull the shadows around you like a comfort. each human narrative comes from the same pool of longing and reaches out into immeasurable deltas. we are colored with so much more than what we allow ourselves to see. we want so much more of ourselves and this life, which is not a bad thing. we crave the depth of sadness but don’t acknowledge the depth of every other feeling because it feels dangerous, because on a day-to-day basis none of us are brave enough to feel everything. all of this, all of this humanness. all of this longing. we have responsibilities! it’s overwhelming. it’s fucking madness. but it keeps us moving, keeps us going towards more so than forwards, which i think is important (no matter what that towards is - a noun or a verb, a sentence, something wordless.) allow yourself the terror of feeling bliss and of feeling devastated, in equal measures. let yourself be shaken by how incredibly powerful it is that you exist. the other night, sitting by the water looking out between the manhattan & brooklyn bridge, i began to cry for no reason other than how i feel so sad and so happy all the time, in all the vagueness of this english language. cried and laughed at how i feel everything rise like heat from my skin. how i am so afraid all the time and how i keep doing whatever i’m doing anyways, because i have to, because i am a coward with sensitive hands that are too full of meaning and intent, because i too often corner my own heart like a wounded animal and try to bleed it dry so that i don’t have to acknowledge its longing, so that i can talk to customers and go to class and walk the streets and plan events and do work and do everything and only take a brief moment to sit on the floor of the stock room and breathe in and breathe out because god how does one manage, how do we do it? but every once in a while, (and you’ve caught me at the tail end of a rupture), it all catches up. all the longing. all the primary colors. all the shades in between. and it terrifies me, thrills me, my humanness. my joy. my wanting. the depth of it all. and i wiped my nose on the back of my hands and got up, watched the water lap up against the metal fence, and sang myself home, loud on the empty streets, sang myself back into my body, my fingers numb from the new air in this september. sang myself straight back into the eddying, into the acceptance of my humanness. the allowance of my being. i have never felt more beautiful than i have in the past few months. have never felt more alive than when i crave endlessly the world around me. there’s nothing here that isn’t full of meaning, full of wonder. nothing created from our hands that wasn’t pulled from sadness and longing, but hope, too. little babies, there is nothing here without hope. 

it’s the beautiful start of a lifelong love letter

Obsessed with this song and not ashamed of it

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"I kind of consider living to be a near death experience." DAMN GURL WRITE A BOOK OR SOME SHIT


also 1, 8, 14, 37 leGGO

One - What/who is your icon?

Tumblr icon or real life icon??? My Tumblr icon is most definitely me. Real life icon is gonna have to be Beyonce. Or my mom.

Eight - Ever had a near death experience?

I kind of consider living to be a near death experience. I dunno, I’m weird that way. But yeah, I’ve had a few that would qualify as Real Shit.

Fourteen - What do you think about when you are falling asleep? 

Cuddling. (I’m always thinking about cuddling, but especially when I’m about to sleep)

Thirty seven - One thing you want right now?

Money, not gonna lie. College is scary. 

~p.s. ily~

17 September 2014

TWO POEMS | by Ellyn Touchette



I am flying down I-95, flipping stations, staring at the radio

like I’ve got a death wish, when the last minute

of The Rolling Stones’ “Gimme Shelter” comes flailing onto WBLM.

I am sitting on a barstool. A boy in a leather jacket

is telling me to listen…

48, 50

Forty Eight - What are you looking forward to?

My family’s coming to visit next month :)

Fifty- Lyrics to the song you’re listening to

Not listening to anything, but I have the new Sara Bareilles song stuck in my head. It makes me cry because I’m gross and sentimental.

Let the bough break, let it come down crashing
Let the sun fade out to a dark sky
I can’t say I’d even notice it was absent
Cause I could live by the light in your eyes
I’ll unfold before you
What I’ve strung together
The very first words
Of a lifelong love letter

Tell the world that we finally got it all right
I choose you
I will become yours and you will become mine
I choose you

There was a time when I would have believed them
If they told me you could not come true
Just love’s illusion
But then you found me and everything changed
And I believe in something again
My whole heart
Will be yours forever
This is a beautiful start
To a lifelong love letter

Tell the world that we finally got it all right
I choose you
I will become yours and you will become mine
I choose you

We are not perfect
We’ll learn from our mistakes
And as long as it takes
I will prove my love to you
I am not scared of the elements
I am under-prepared, but I am willing
And even better
I get to be the other half of you

Tell the world that we finally got it all right
I choose you
I will become yours and you will become mine
I choose you




Japan’s Nabana no Sato Botanical Garden used over 7,000,000 LED lights to create this amazing tribute to nature featuring displays of rainbows, auroras, and Mt. Fuji.