Ella Ceron

Until every clothing brand comes together and decides on one universal sizing metric, the tag in the back of your jeans is meaningless. Ignore it. Cut it out if the number bugs you so much.

You realize that there’s only so many ways you can Instagram kale before it seems like a propaganda movement.

Oh, great. Period zit. Eh, maybe I can say it’s an ingrown hair. Maybe I should grow a beard. Yeah, a beard would cover it. I’d look so bad-ass with a beard. Like the second coming of Tim Howard. Or Jesus. Jesus Howard.

Friendly roommates are scientifically proven to be more likely to share food they think you’ll like. Especially if it’s boxed-mix brownies.

If you’re into someone, be all the way into them. Don’t be shy about it. And sure, it feels a little scary to risk things like your heart and emotions, but look, love is a risk.

The second you put on heels, it’s like, whoa, I never realized you were so tall, attack of the 50-foot woman, no, stop it.

“Someone once told me that a tube of lipstick is the cheapest way to buy happiness, and they were right.”

On and off and on and off and… wait, how do couples even know when they started dating if things are so up in the air so often? Is there a cheat sheet somewhere?