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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!

Sunday, June 27, 2010

Her name was Beige. She had a small hole, right in the center of her heart. She spent the majority of her time stuffing it full of people and objects, none of which fit.
His name was Risk. He had it all figured out. He bit his fingernails and spilled his thoughts into songs.

Sunday, June 20, 2010

My mind blanks. I’m sure there are phrases to write, or ideas to be fed. But I can’t grasp on to anything. Silver streaks across a canvas of black.

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

A Second Look

Once upon a time there was a Glass Girl. She spent her days hidden in a tower deep in the forest. She stayed hollow, and her glass sparkled. She did not call out for help, and no one came to help her.
She simply sat. Day after day. Sparkling in the sunlight, and glowing in the moonlight.
One day her sparkle caught the eye of a Wooden Boy. He came and called up to her, “Your beauty is radiating. Your sparkle is insatiable. Let me help you. Come with me.”
Glass Girl heard his words, but she did not look down at him. She simply sat. Day after day. Sparkling in the sunlight, and glowing in the moonlight.
Wooden Boy came to her every night. He filled her ears with pretty words, and her mind with wishful thinking.  “Your glow is hypnotizing. Your glass is intricate. Let me help you. Come with me.”
Glass Girl heard his words, and wanted to look down at him, but she did not. She simply sat. Day after day. Sparkling in the sunlight, and glowing in the moonlight.
Each night she fell asleep to his voice, candied images dancing in her head. “ Your luster is brilliant. Your shine is stunning. Let me help you. Come with me.”
Glass Girl heard his words, and looked down at him. She stood. Agreeing to go with Wooden Boy day after day. To sparkle in the sunlight, and glow in the moonlight.
The sun rose and the sun set. She waited for Wooden Boy to return, but he did not come. Her patience turned to anger. Anger turned to sadness. Sadness cut deep into her heart and dripped tears of crimson.
Crimson filled her mind.
Crimson filled her body.
Crimson filled her soul.
She did not sparkle in the sunlight, nor did she glow in the moonlight. Without her sparkle or her glow, she was useless. An ugly waste of crimson.
She threw herself out her window, knowing her glass would shatter. A thousand sparkling pieces scattered throughout the rough dirt, frosting the earth with beauty.
A new crimson girl rose from the ground, and started her life