Ella Ceron

We go through the motions, hoping that if we pretend like we know what we’ll doing, we’ll get there. We’ll fall in love.

There is a fine line between the kind of party you’d like to throw, and the kind of party she’d actually like to have thrown for her.

Love is the self-control that allows you to forgive someone when they accidentally tape over your DVR recording of your favorite show.

Chances are you are most scrappy and most resourceful and most resilient when you really need to be.

An avocado is what happens when a tree and a stick of butter have a baby. Why WOULDN’T you want to put avocado on everything?

Hallmarks of the Tragically Hungover include sunglasses in the restaurant, being asked to sit away from the loud center of the restaurant, and the rabid question as to if the menu comes with a cocktail included.

A good relationship gets us out of our selfish tendencies. A good relationship reminds us that there are more important people in the world than ourselves.

If the internet goes out, you won’t gripe. Well, maybe you’ll gripe for like a second, but then you grab a book and you’re fine.

Lena Dunham may be atypical of the standard image that Vogue serves up, but that does not mean that she cannot be fashionable and stylish and on trend.

You will want to reach through the screen, to touch them, to hug them, to nudge them and say, “Hey, I’m here. Don’t forget about me, okay?” even though you won’t be able to.

You say “couch,” they say “gigantic, all-purpose scratching post slash bed.”

Unrequited love — love from a distance — is safe, but it’s not really living.

In the world of American Apparel-curated Halloween costumes, you’ve deeply considered grabbing a gray hoodie and just calling yourself Rocky.

Sometimes it’s just good to talk AT someone even if they are, by all intents and purposes, a completely objective third party observer with absolutely no personal interest in the matter.

Write what you know, what you love, and not what you think other people want to hear.

Someone once told you that they’re “just not a coffee person” and you had to make a mental note never to trust that person again.

You deserve what drove Shakespeare to his sonnets and the Beatles to their lyrics.

Decide the girl who told you she got those really cute shorts here was either lying to you, or is a witch and can just summon the clutch pieces to her hand at will.