Ella Ceron

She is mature enough to talk about awkward and even difficult things with tact, and look you in the eye as you’re having these conversations. You should do the same for her.

Because sometimes you just need to grab your girls and belt out a few key songs at the top of your lungs.

Think of them when you hear certain love songs, only to freak out because you never realized you were in this deep and how do you get out of this rabbit hole, or are you never going to be able to listen to Drake the same way ever again? (Probably not.)

Reading this post — or really, anything, either on the Internet or in the real world. 60 percent of the world isn’t online, and 26 percent of the world is still illiterate.

The fact of the matter is, your singleness has little to do with things being wrong, and everything to do with the fact that maybe — just maybe — being single is right for your life in the right now.

Tramp stamps, hipbones, rib ink — whatever trend you think says something about us, probably really only means one thing: we liked the way it looked when it was placed there.

Target: Come for the $20 bathing suits, stay for the 4-for-1 on Bounty towels!

Casually mentioning, “Oh, that’s my brother,” to any guy who tried to get a little too close in your presence immediately told him where he stood. (And I know that secretly made you a little proud.)

Those hundreds of miles of coastline mean that playing hooky every once in a while, foregoing store-bought salt spray for real beach hair, and — yes— justifying how you need to buy just one more bathing suit, is all in the name of better health.

All of my best photos involve both you and me, because you actually make me laugh while we’re taking it.

I’m not saying you should willingly run yourself into the ground, but if you can manage to figure out the phoenix-rising-from-the-ashes plan in case you ever need it, well, you’re better off than a lot of people with no exit strategy at all.

Don’t be afraid to tell people that you love them.

Maybe we’re only ever just hoping for a little more hope, a little more reason to keep going, another little sign that they might care, that all of this effort and love and affection was not in vain.

Hi, I love you: I’m bored, talk to me.

To jump off cliffs into the ocean water below, to pose for the leaping photos in fields, to cartwheel in the park – even (and maybe even especially) if it’s a bad cartwheel — to skip down the sidewalk if she wants to, no matter who is looking.

A relationship is a two-way street, and if someone doesn’t like you or isn’t in a space to date, chances are good that it honestly has little to do with you, and more to do with where they are in their life, too.

There are two phases in your life in regards to your parents: the complete and utter bliss that exists before they drop the very first “give me a grandchild” hint, and then everything after. Nothing is ever the same after that moment.

I asked my girlfriends (who, it should be noted, all have vastly different opinions of what constitutes attractiveness in the guys they date) and pretty unsurprisingly, beneath nuanced types and funny fetishes, the core things boil down to be… the same.