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!

Thursday, June 30, 2011

Last night I looked out my window at the street light and imagined Dumbledore appeared and told me I was a wizard.

Blogs to read??
Drop your link? Or your favorite blog's link??

We love each other.

Monday, June 27, 2011

Secrets secrets are no fun.

Alright folks.
Me and the lovely Autumn from Goodmorning, I Love You have created a monster.
A monster of love and inspirations.


It's a blog where everyone will contribute.

1.) Find something you want to do before you die.
2.) Do it.
3.) Send us photos, a video, a story, SOMETHING about your experience. Why you wanted to do it, how it changed your life, etc.
4.) We publish it onto the blog.
5.) Other people look at what you did, and do it for themselves. Or get inspired to do something else.

We will also have weekly challenges.
Such as hug eight strangers, eat six jalapenos, write a letter to an old friend, WHATEVER. (If you have a good idea for a weekly challenge, we'd love to hear it, just email us!)

ANYWAYS. The idea of it is that we will be able to inspire others with our boldness to free ourselves from whatever is tying us down and preventing us from doing the things we want to do.
We will free ourselves from ourselves.

Join in. It will be fun.

Considering this is a fairly new idea to the both of us, we understand some of it might not make sense. If that's the case, or if you have input on how to improve it, just email at freedomrevival@hotmail.com

I look forward to seeing you as you want to be seen.

Saturday, June 25, 2011

Sometimes I feel like I've used my eyes too much and have to close them for a while.

Journey to Pensacola, FL.
First time at the beach.

First of all, how adorable are they? This was not set up by humans. They simply love each other and wanted a photo op. Granted.

Alabama greenery. Rain. The beginning of a journey like no other journey.
-The newly wed game for an hour and a half.
-Not one, but TWO drivethrus.
-Sketchy glances thrown.
-Old men at cash registers with impossible-to-understand southern accents.

Brucey. You know how sometimes there's the twin sisters in the movies and one is obviously prettier and nicer and just all around better than the other one? That's how it is with Max and Bruce.
Except Bruce is the one who is better, and Max is the one who will die bitter.

Already workin' it.

Bridges are terrifying. I can never understand how they are structured to stay up, because there's nothing holding it up in the middle. Speak to me Architects. I've been meaning to read The Fountainhead for quite some time now. Perhaps it would offer valuable insight.

It's 1:30 a.m..
Wait, when you are typing the time like that in a sentence, would I put a period after the period marking the abbreviation for whatever the hhhhh m stands for?
Would I say "It's 1:30 a.m." or "It's 1:30 a.m.."
Mr. Lind should have prepared me for this.

How awesome would it be if your room was the very top level?

Ok. I'm always scared to say condiments and condo, because how humiliating would it be if you accidentally said condoms? (When I originally wrote that, I said condom instead of condo. See, common but fatal mistake.)

British invasion.
Zooey, you are British.
I took this photo for you.

My sister told me I can't openly admit I watch Pretty Little Liars.
This is me revoking my previous admittance statement.
I watch it purely because it is the WORST acting, CHEESIEST lines, and most AWKWARD couples.
I named my voodoo doll after Toby.

Google him.
You'll understand.

(Dear Toby, if you are reading this, I'm sure you're a great person. You just chose the wrong career.)

Bye, guys.