Hi there!

Hi! Welcome to my corner of the internet. I'm a 26 year old therapist, feminist, photographer, and shop owner currently living in Seattle, Washington. My shop, Dealign with Feelings, is geared toward destigmatizing and normalizing mental health. I'm biased, but I think we have some pretty cute stuff :) Click the "shop" tab to see what we've got! I mainly post about my travel and daily life on here. With other random musings thrown in. I post more frequently (and about more feminism) on my Instagram @emmycoletti, so make sure you're following me there. Thanks for stopping by!

2 15 2013

Friday, February 15, 2013

It’s getting easier for me to tell people I don’t love them.

I imagine flying through space to be something like driving through a snowstorm at 2:14 am.

I imagine 2:14 am to be something like heaven.

If I concentrate on the wall hard enough, I can almost remember a time when me and that one boy were friends. 

If the wall concentrates on me hard enough, it can almost become the floor.

Like, this is some sort of dream.
Only I’m not committing suicide this time.
Very pristine, this night is.
Eventually it will end, but that shouldn’t foretell the future now, should it?

You know what this is about.
Only garbage that my mind is coughing up.
Underneath it all, it’s quite different now.

Is that too obvious?

- - - -


Talk to me!