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Wednesday, March 30, 2016

dear sophomores,

don't just hear what i'm about to say, listen.

listen to me when i tell you that you need to live it up in high school, because high school is a one time deal with no do overs.
listen to me when i say that you really do need to think about college even though you feel like you have all the time in the world to decide.
listen to me when i say that you have to be nice to everyone, because their life probably sucks worse than yours. 
listen to me.
listen to me even if you don't understand it right now. i promise you'll understand later.

xoxo, 
ella

Friday, January 8, 2016

teenage hearts ♥

teenage hearts addicted to touch screens,

and teenage hearts terrified of actual touch.

teenage hearts that party on the weekends,

and teenage hearts glued into book pages.

teenage hearts that wear gucci,

and teenage hearts that wear the same shirt every day.

teenage hearts that can never be serious

and teenage hearts to shy to even beat.

teenage hearts with two halves,

and teenage hearts with only one.

teenage hearts that thrive on mountain air,

and teenage hearts that bloom at sea level.

teenage hearts with hickies,

and teenage hearts that have never been kissed.

teenage hearts that bruise when life even thinks about throwing a punch.

and teenage hearts made of steel.

teenage hearts that sit in a chapel,
and teenage hearts that sit in bed.

teenage hearts so battered they shrivel up,

and teenage hearts swollen with dignity

teenage hearts that live for competition, 

and teenage hearts that live for peace.

teenage hearts that pretend they're not broken,

and teenage hearts that don't care.

teenage hearts that demand popularity,

and teenage hearts that sit by the trash can.

teenage hearts wounded past the point of repair,

and teenage hearts that try to fix themselves.




we may be different, but we're all teenage hearts.





Thursday, December 17, 2015

this is my story, and i'm sticking to it

i remember going camping in tinny flats with all my cousins, and always getting campsite 15
i remember late nights around the campfire, and long hikes to the bathroom
i remember crying when i saw a racoon for the first time, and not sleeping at all that night.

i remember the first time i went to the beach and my dad told me that the water tasted like cotton candy
i remember when my sister insisted that sharks could in fact walk on land.
i remember when my first sand castle went out with the tide, and took my shovel with it.

i remember having bath robe fashion shows in my unfinished basement with my sisters.
i remember when my brother pulled the head off my only ken doll, after using it to clean the toilet.
i remember when i finally got my own room, and getting scared to be alone at night.

i remember when i used to act the same at school as i did at home, and the friends who stuck by me.
i remember how the kids would tease me for being weird.
i remember the first time i rode a bike without tipping over, and how free i felt.

i remember totally biffing on a scooter, and knocking out a few of my teeth.
i remember the long wait at the ER and the cold ice pack they made me put on.
i remember the surgeries that followed, and the new pair of glasses.

i remember the summer before seventh grade when i did something to make me happy, not someone else.
i remember the feeling i had after i played my first softball game.
i remember not caring how bad it hurt to get hit with the ball, because i wanted to be where the action was.

i remember how weird i was in the eighth grade, and wonder how anyone could have liked me.
i remember looking at my closet and only seeing tye dye shirts, mens sweat pants and converse.
i remember the first time i saw my parents fight.

i remember the only time i didn't burn my tongue on hot chocolate, was when i left it in the fridge too long
i remember the only year of my life that i didn't want to be a cosmetologist.
i remember the awkward feeling when my neighbor found his older brother dead, and had to live with us for two weeks.

i remember the naive feeling of invincibility on the first day of ninth grade.
i remember the first time i met my best friend jean, and going to her house on friday the thirteenth.
i remember having my first kiss on the american fork baseball field.

i remember my first art class, and feeling so inferior to every one.
i remember when i actually started to get friends, and they stayed
i remember when my friday night schedules consisted of more than hanging out with my mom

i remember starting high school and being so excited to graduate.
i remember the first math teacher that actually understood why i struggled.
i remember wearing a peacock feather dress to my first school dance, and feeling like a princess.

i remember taking my first and only ACT.
i remember how fast the time went by, and how i got 10 points below all three of my sisters.

i remember when i got braces because my teeth were straight, but not straight enough.
i remember the day my coach told me that i was good enough to play college softball.

i remember seeing the orange sky when my neighbors house burned down on my birthday.
i remember when my friend told me she showed me why she always wore long sleeves.
i remember when i hated going to school and skipped every assembly.

i remember waking up for the first day of senior year, and only going because my brother needed a ride.
i remember cringing every time i heard the word college.
i remember being so terrified at the thought of ever moving out.

this is my life, and i love it.


Monday, December 14, 2015

i went on a trip to paris france

it was one of those trips that you don't really want to go on, but your parents bought the "non refundable" plane tickets.

it was one of those trips where you are going and going, with no time in between to wrap your head around everything that has happened.

it was one of those trips where no one could understand me, not even my family. their brains were clouded by cocktails, croissants, and caviar.

it was one of those trips that you really can't be yourself, because who roams the streets of paris in sweats and a sweatshirt?

it was one of those trips that you can't say what you need to, because tourists can only "ooh" and "ahhh"

it was one of those trips that you have to look back on to find the joy.

it was one of those trips that you were glad you went on, but you would be okay if you never went back. ever.

because it was one of those trips, i'll stick with paris idaho for now.

Friday, December 11, 2015

shout out to steven o. jordan

a list of 21 things i love about your blog

1. your posts are always real.
2. your blog has more than just the weekly blog post.
3. you tell it like it is
4. your tab with all those super deep questions is unreal
5. your quotes tab is so inspirational
6. your posts are long, but worth reading ever word.
7. your first post "dear mormons" was unbelievable.
8. how you chose your pen name
9. you show all sides of yourself
10. i can tell how much time you take
11. you use lots of lists
12. this quote "I feel like I'm Prometheus chained to the rock waiting for my heart to get torn out everyday just hoping that the eagle is still full off my heart he ate yesterday and he lets me just keep it one day to see what it feels like."
13. your music goes perfect with every post
14. you express the sad things, without being to depressing
15. all your posts give me motivation to be better
16. your background picture
17. how you use different fonts, sizes, and colors in almost every post. (it makes them more memorable)
18. your writing relates to every one. happy, or sad, boy or girl.
19. your writing is like a punch in the gut. (in a good way)
20. your post about the lessons you have learned.
21. your reveal.

lastly, thank you.
thank you for all the effort that you put in
thank you for your words of wisdom
for making me think
for being memorable
thank you for being real.

i'm sorry this post doesn't do you justice, but still

thank you for everything.

Thursday, December 3, 2015

■■■■■ out

                                                
                                                
                                                
                                                
                                                
            hope                                
                                    will        
                    restore                     
      the                                       
                             breaks             
                                                
                                                
                                                
                          within                
                                                
                                                
            these                               
                              walls             
                                                
                                                

Thursday, November 26, 2015

this is me jumping out of my plane

it's thanksgiving morning, my mom is sick in bed, 
and my dad and little brother are nowhere to be seen.
i really should be getting ready for the day, but i hardly slept last night.
i've had a reveal post written, but i started reading other peoples reveals,
and i got scared. not sure if mine was good enough.
so i'm writing a new one.
my brother in law told me that the worst part of sky diving was the jump.
he said once the jump was over, 
he could finally start take in the beauty of everything around him.

this is me jumping out of my plane, 
in hopes that i can begin to fully take in the full beauty of the people around me. not just their words. 
 
before i tell you who i am, there are a few things that you must know.

i am the second youngest of five.  

i am an over thinker. i will change my test answers more times than your heart beats in a day.

i care about people. if i see anyone crying, stranger or friend, i will cry with them, and for them.

i am not a morning person. 

i don't mind school, this year at least. 

i love everything to do with the outdoors. especially camping and hunting.

i am a future snow college softball player.

i have the cutest niece in the world.

you probably haven't ever heard of me, and i'm okay with that.

i am painfully shy at school, and at home, i'm the family comedian.

as a child i was terrified of the song bah bah black sheep.

i chopped my hair in january, and i regret it every day of my life.

i prefer day old spaghetti over freshly cooked.

i am always looking for new music. 

my pen name has no back story.  

i can't bowl to save my life.

i absolutely love life.
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my name is erin brady not ella erson