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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, July 8, 2012

The truth is: No one is going to buy you a wall. No one is going to leave a hand made get well card on your porch. No one is going to show up spontaneously with chocolate when your'e having a bad day. No one is going to write a song about you. No one is going to tap on your window at 3 a.m.. No one. Not one person is going to do any of those things. Because, Rejection won the fight against Adorable and Heartfelt and Confident. No one knows where the losers went, either. Probably to Dawson's Creek and Hollywood's greatest directors.

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

Three words: Jen Lindley's pajamas

Here's some people I hung out with once.
We had an impromptu picnic.
It was enjoyable.

I'm sorry, but I really can't write about anything but Dawson's Creek at this point. (Zoey, where are you when I need you?!?!?!) I'm a fan. I'm a huge fan. I love Pacey more than ever. No reason. I just love him.

I just wish real life was like Dawson's Creek.

No one surprise visits people these days. Or cooks them meals. Or gives them adorable get well presents on their door steps. Or chases after girls who are obviously not into them.


Teen angst. All up in here. Flowing. Everywhere.
Anyways. I've got some things to finish. Including the fifth season.

Farewell, my dear, dear friends. It's been lovely. It really has been. Please, make life like Dawson's Creek. You'll thank me later.

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Sunday, July 1, 2012

Thanks for breaking the curse.

You know, I'll admit. I hold teenage boys on a pretty low level. (Because they deserve it, what?)

I used to have this belief (and still do, to a point) that teenage boys are only friends with girls to get something (if you know what I mean). And, if after three months (in my experience) you have not given them anything, they will friend dump you. But, I guess I should probably clarify I'm talking about the boys you hang out with every day and are best friends with. Those are the ones who friend dump you if you haven't given them anything after three months.  

Anyways, so, yes. That's my belief. My belief that has been fed stronger by all these teenage boys. 

However, I have one, and exactly one friend who has given me a little faith in this species. He has been my friend since summer 2010 when I slapped my number on his chest at the only stake dance I have ever been to. My one-night-only-friend and I led them around the city by leaving clues for them at various locations, as to where to go next. It ended at Wal-Mart where we gave them a deck of Pokemon cards.

We spent the night in my van talking. We went to Win-Co around 6 a.m., but didn't even buy anything. And, that, my friends, is how the friendship started.

It's sort of weird to me, being friends with someone for that long. Especially on such random circumstances, but, I'm really glad it's happened, because no one can talk sense into me, or stop me from freaking out like he can.

I guess I'm just a mess right now and having trouble breathing, so instead of learning how to clean and breathe, I'm insisting on being nastalgic. But, that isn't so bad now, is it?

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Yay for two years of friendship with awesome people who deserve it!!