Hello, I’m Emilie and I’m an ENFP high i blue enneagram 7. I am a champion and a woo, a Jean Ralfio and a Phoebe, and I recently found out I am broccoli. (In case you were wondering, like broccoli, I am misunderstood and under-appreciated but full of fiber and I don't care who knows … Continue reading Self, Shame, and Sevens
A couple years ago, I wrote a blog post called "Jesus Still Likes You If You're Single" and it was my very most favoritest post I've ever written in the history of writing blog posts ever. Ever. Unfortunately, it incorporated no gifs. Not one! How did anyone even get through the thing? Having a blog … Continue reading Jesus Still Likes You If You’re Single: Part 2
There was an Asian man, a black woman, a white male, and an… Italian woman? But the kind of Italian who’s clearly spent a few generations in Jersey, with fake eyelashes essentially brushing the train’s ceiling and nails long and immaculate. I slid my own bitten, unpolished nails in my coat pockets. No need to … Continue reading Train Rides and Train Wrecks.
As the self-proclaimed Fall Hipster, (I loved fall before it was cool, JUST TRUST ME) it is imperative I take part in a handful of distinctively autumn experiences every year. When these experiences have been completed, I reach optimal happiness and can then and only then move along to the joys of Christmas. What are … Continue reading I Will Pull Out Your Guts.
I wake up every morning with my friends Savannah and Matt. They do not know they are my friends. This is because they live in New York, far away from Knoxville, and they are very busy hosting the Today Show. It's their loss, really. But their bright clothes and friendly banter remind me of being … Continue reading Broken Hearts & Church Bells
I’m a big fan of feelings. I prefer the good ones, of course, but I can appreciate the value of a vast array. I want to feel them and talk about them and write about them and read about them and dance wildly because of them. I want to feel them so intensely that they … Continue reading An Open Response to Every Vaguely Encouraging Blog Post I’ve Recently Read