Month: July 2016

How to Celebrate Your Best Babes

People throw around the word “soulmate” a lot. Usually, they’re wondering when they will find that one destined person who will be absolutely perfect and love them forever. So many of them have romantic blinders on that they don’t realize the best soulmates all around them–their best friends. There’s something so magical about the girls you confide all your secrets to, the ones you laugh with, cry with, and who’ve seen you crashing and burning but still love you to pieces. These girls are your real ride or dies, and here’s how to show them a little extra love.  1. GO ON A DATE!  Make reservations at the fancy fondue place you’ve both been lusting after. Open up your closet and let her wear that dress she’s always loved. Put on a playlist with songs popular when you both were 13, dab on glitter eyeshadow, streak highlighter on each other’s noses, and sling on your scariest heels. Have a four course meal, complete with dessert and drinks, then walk around downtown after. Notice the lavender …

Nostalgia

She approached the garden, yellow bucket clutched firmly in her hands as she surveyed her opponent. The blackberry bush loomed in front of her, bouncing sunlight making the berries glow purple. Last night’s rain turned the dirt in her backyard to mud, which squelched under her slightly too big red boots with each purposeful step she took. It didn’t matter. After weeks and weeks of staring at that bush, her mom had finally pronounced the berries ready to be eaten and now she was going to eat a whole bucket full. The air sweetened as she reached the bush and, although it was tempting to get distracted by the smell, she was intent on her mission. With trembling fingers, she tugged the first fat berry off its stem, then a second, then a third, and continued until her small bucket was overflowing with fruit. Unable to fit any more, the little girl picked up the bucket with purple stained fingers and headed back to the porch. The next 27 minutes were spent luxuriously stuffing fistfuls of …

How many likes until you love yourself?

Today began with licking sticky blackberry jam off fingers and eating creamy avocado smothered on toast. Next, a banana and cauldron of coffee with swirling clouds of almond milk poured in. As I ate I scrolled through my morning Insta feed. Lately, I’ve been purging my feed of any “junk” accounts that don’t inspire me, but of course there are some people you can’t unfollow (whether they’re your cousin or roommate) without some awkwardness. These obligation follows are where trouble begins to stir. How many of you have ever gotten a message from someone telling you to go like their new selfie on Instagram or retweet their latest anecdote on Twitter? How many of you have heard crap like, “If this picture doesn’t get fifty likes in an hour, I’m deleting it.”? How many times have you been told what you should comment on someone’s status? Have you ever done these things yourself? Because I used to. Once upon a time, I was so obsessed with maintaining this pristine online presence that I’d freak out if someone …