Ella Ceron

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

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?

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.

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.”

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.

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.

Was life uncontestedly better after Nick Cannon’s manifesto as a gigolo? Yes, it was.

Other people expect 20-somethings to be messy. They expect us to be sloppy and awkward and gangly because in their hearts, they know they were, too.

I mean, Sirius spent 12 years in a prison for a crime he didn’t commit. I think he’s allowed to be a little emotionally distant in bed.

The habits of trying to make yourself look as presentable as possible are still as deeply ingrained in you as they were when you were awkward and gangly and had acne, except now you’re nursing a phantom limb.

But when you almost date someone, something will give. Somehow the ends don’t meet. Either they meet someone new while you’re biding your time, or they move, or they just disappear.

But when you let someone settle for you, when you wait until they’re ready and they’ve decided and everything is on their terms, there’s always the nagging suspicion that maybe you’re still not quite everything they want.

Either you dudes are way, way braver in every single way, or you honestly don’t notice when the shower curtain starts collecting mold. HOW?!