HeyJaredPostcards from Ellen
A collection of poetry, personal essays, opinions, and more from the brain of a messy 24-year-old.
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A new chapter (opens the original)
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There’s something so surreal about walking around in a cap and gown to go and get breakfast. The world is just starting to wake up and there’s barely any people on the streets, but those that I pass smile kindly and wish me congratulations. A lady excitedly exclaims her well wishes and shares that she’s starting her university course today, so I wish us both good fortune. Someone else stops me to wish me luck and tells me that I look beautiful.I eat my breakfast of champions — a chocolate twist
I’m late to the party but at least I showed up (opens the original)
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The heat has completely fallen out of the air. Everything is starting to frost slightly around the edges. The sun is taking longer to rise in the mornings — I’m finding the rate of myself getting dressed in the dark increasing rapidly. I fumble around for my clothes, determining by touch if I’m putting them on backwards or inside out. I’m usually wrong. Evenings are marked by a sudden influx of browning leaves crunching under my feet. The lavender bushes along the path of my walk to work are los
A Day in the Life (opens the original)
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MondayIt’s actually cold this morning, the nippy area breezing around up my sleeves and the gaps in my collar. I watch as a swarm of birds burst out of a tree and zoom up, up, up. It makes me jump to see them explode out out like that. Seeing them fly without a care in the world brings me a sliver of peace. I walk past all the lorries and vans parked up in the goods yard. There are wide white lines in the blue sky rather than clouds. It makes me think of planes flying far far away.<a class="imag
One girl versus the corporate world (opens the original)
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There are so many noises, I think as I march to the bus stop. I can hear a shower running in one of the houses on my street, an alarm sounding from another open window. My feet crunch rhythmically on the gravel, a steady beat propelling me forward. To the left of me a lady plays fetch with a beautiful golden retriever that jumps and prances around after its ball. To the right of me a man shouts for his dog to stay close. I keep my eyes forward, focusing on how the ice in my flask rattles when I
What does it mean to be 'punk'? (opens the original)
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If I had to identify my biggest source of inspiration, apart from staring out of the window, it’d probably be music. If you know me well enough you’ll know that I can’t go a single post without referencing music in some way. I just love how songs can express so much and can take on entirely different meanings depending on your mood or the context you listen to them in. (Sidenote: are we dreading the new Beatles biopics or do we think they might turn out good??)I do have a confession to make, tho
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