Between working, school, hobbies, family, friends and life in general, we all need a little R&R on Friday night. We polled our writers and editors to find out just how twenty-somethings love to kick off their weekend. Ella:
Making cookie brownies (yep there’s a such thing as the two put together) while sporting my favorite pair of pajamas, in the company of the best people I know. I also love doing spontaneous photo shoot outings in the city with my friends and exploring new places.
I might be the most boring person in existence, but some of my favorite Friday nights were spent in my room watching TiVo with a friend. My last semester in college →
We had a little worry this week: Despite having our Awkward document up, no one had contributed any stories. Was our socially ineptness wearing thin? Were we turning into less socially awkward human beings? Hah. Right. One call of “Awkward—Assemble!” and our darling writers came forth in spades to regale us with all their awkward glory.
I lost my mother at 14 years old, and as an older sister to a little girl seven years younger than me, it has been my natural duty to be the role model she lost—or at least educate her of others who are worthy of that title. Now, at 13 years old, she’s in search of finding someone to look up to, and it would seem that the first place she would turn to would be people in the media. Needless to say, the most trending female in the media today is reigning teen pop star Miley Cyrus, and admittedly I have many thoughts about that.
OK, so she may not be exactly what I would want my little →
We all have that friend—hell, we’ve all been that friend—who doesn’t know the correct lyrics to practically anything. You’re driving down the road, rocking out to the radio, when you realize the words you thought you were hearing most definitely weren’t. Don’t worry, it happens to the best of us. We’ll keep singing ‘em regardless… no matter how tragic they sound.
Misheard Lyrics VS. Real Lyrics Justin Timberlake – “SexyBack”
“Who’s a sexy ho?” | “Get your sexy on.”
Bon Iver – “Skinny Love”
“And I told you to be badass.” | “And I told you to be balanced.”
Lady Gaga – “Bad Romance”
“Double fisted kick in the knee.” | “Leather studded kiss →
On the six-month anniversary of Literally, Darling‘s launch, our writers came to us and said, “We want to tell everyone why we love LD.” As a platform for twenty-somethings to speak their minds and say what they believe in, regardless of how popular or unpopular an opinion it may be, we could hardly say no! Straight from the source, here’s why some of our writers chose to join and write for us for the last six months.
I have always felt the need to apologize for everything. It’s practically an instinct, an automatic response to everything I say and do. For whatever reason, I’ve always felt obligated to give a personal disclaimer, no matter what’s on my mind, regardless of considering whether it is worth being sorry for or not. So I have to ask myself: Why am I sorry?
Where did this urge of apologizing before I speak derive from? Is it really better to be safe than sorry, or are the personal disclaimers I throw around only leaving me safe and sorry? I have always been taught to think before I speak—but where do I draw the line between speaking carefully and speaking too cautiously?
I may believe in ghosts, but I don’t believe that the real-life ghosts of our pasts—our exes—should be something to fear.
In the past the thought of an ex has left me in shivers, but now, I really do believe that thinking of an ex solely as a bad thing is just a myth. The thing about our exes is that they will only haunt us if we let them. Maybe our past scares us, whether it’s filled with spooky stories or ghosts that left us broken-hearted. If that’s so, then it’s time to bury everything we dread under a tomb to rest in peace.
An ex may represent a relationship that has run its course and met →
Who says all our role models have to be real? Books, movies, and TV shows are portraying some pretty BAMF ladies these days. So we decided to expand upon our original list of badasses and look at some of the best fictional female role models that, through their unique philosophies, are helping us stay on track.
You may have seen the splash Kirstie and Amy made on their Huff Post Live interviews this week (if not, click on their names and go see them rock it!), but don’t despair, we’re still the most awkward kids on the block. Need proof? Boobs made us famous. Our top searches this week are “boob darling” —it’s like a whole site-wide awkward. So to be supportive, our writers pulled out their extra awkward stories in solidarity. Aren’t they just darling?
ELLA: “Future Cat Lady in Training”
So there’s this guy I have had the biggest crush on, and assumed was completely unattainable. He came to me for advice when his girlfriend broke up with him. Afterwards, he →
While each new female CEO weighs in on whether women can or can’t have it all, we find ourselves torn. An important topic about women and glass ceilings seems to have become a media buzzword and corporate publishing moneymaker. But what does it really mean, and is it as important as they make it out to be? Furthermore, why doesn’t anyone ask men if they can “have it all?” Is the “all” of the older generation even relevant to our own?
As a group of young women gearing up to climb our own career ladders, we thought we’d throw in our own two cents. We’re not all of the same mind and often disagree with each other about it, but it’s time to start talking about it outside of another C-level interview.
Death is a topic I have “written around the bushes” about but have never blatantly spelled out— maybe because I’m not quite sure how.
For starters, the news in itself is never easy to hear or say, regardless of your connection to it.
This especially hit me when I was going through some of my own articles in search of one that could help one of my residents. I’m currently an RA for college freshmen, and when I discovered that one of my resident’s best friends passed away, I felt like it was my duty to give her everything it would take to fill the void of her loss. However, I was completely shocked when I realized that I had →
I am a hopeless romantic who doesn’t want a relationship.
Ladies and gentlemen, what is wrong with that statement? The answer: absolutely everything—right?
It’s a cliche that women either don’t know what they want, or they want it all—whatever “all” is supposed to entail. I think I’m somewhere in that gray area. I swear, one minute I see couples holding hands and I think to myself how that’s something I would want again someday, and the next minute, I realize that the only hand I would ever want to hold onto is my own.
Do relationships have to be seen in such a black-and-white way?
Maybe seeing it like that is the reason why I am a living and breathing →
No strings attached: Does it really work? Can it actually exist and/or function? After all, how could you possibly commit to something that is seemingly commitment-less? Is it possible to take on a relationship that is supposedly anything and everything but a relationship?
So what happens if/when these “stringless strings” were cut off? Could they leave me feeling more tied up than I would have ever wanted in the first place?
I think that’s why I don’t think being friends with benefits is possible.
I cannot relate, first-hand, to anyone who has experienced a no-strings-attached relationship. I have always been a relationship girl through and through, whether that was my initial intention or not.
Yet maybe that’s the prime →
There are two universal truths: 1) Your twenties are rough, and 2) GIFs make everything better. So today on Twenty-Something Tuesday we’re combining the best of both worlds and summarizing our life in our twenties through our favorite medium: GIFs.
Just in case you were ever despairing that you were the most socially awkward person in the room, rest assured: The LD writers probably have you beat. And since we’re such giving people, we decided to share our day-in, day-out awkwardness in our new weekly column, “This Week in Awkward.” Sit back and enjoy reading through your fingers.
At 20 years old, love is still a four-letter word I cannot explain. To put it simply, I guess love is just love: it can’t be put into a particular amount of words. Sometimes, I think it’s limitless. Love cannot be taught, yet once it presents itself, it is undoubtedly known.
With love there’s usually a relationship, whether friendship, family, or more.
But what happens when that limitless feeling isn’t mutual?
You can assume there will be heartbreak, but honestly, I wonder if that would be too easy. Maybe the most beautiful aspect of love is that it can exist without any reciprocation. Maybe that is the ultimate form of love– the kind that does not require →
I don’t know about you, but there will always be this one guy who will forever hold the reign of my biggest childhood crush. And no, he wasn’t a celebrity!
But the thing about him, and really any crush in general, is that you can’t seem to pinpoint a reason as to why they hold the honorary title of being your crush. Yet maybe that’s just it.
You see, I never thought that at twenty years young, I would still be the girl burying my head behind my hair and my hands at just the thought of a guy. Therefore I must ask:
What makes a crush so… crushing?
The first step is acceptance– so I →
As we head into August, it’s time to soak up those last rays of summer sun. Over at Literally, Darling, we know that you’re jonesing for the perfect soundtrack to the end of summer, and we’re here for you. If you’re tired of jamming “We Can’t Stop” on repeat, check out these summer staples, (almost) all released in the last few months and curated just for you by the Literally, Darling team. They’re as eclectic as we are, and we know there’s something for everyone. These are the songs of our summer, and we think you’ll just love them.
As I wave goodbye to another summer, I cannot help but find myself thinking about closure.
We’re so used to saying hello and goodbye to situations that we come across in our lives, but it’s that gray area that gets me. The thing that happens to us after our hellos and goodbyes are said and done. I think that’s what closure is, but I’m still not sure on how to attain it or even if I ever will.
I’ve always known that one of the triggers that pushed me to start writing was the hope that it could help me find the insight my mom could no longer give me after she passed away. I guess →
The last time I was single, I was 15.
Here’s a plot twist: my last relationship ended over a year ago. Although I’m a full believer that single people should never be singled out, maybe it’s time to single myself out and reevaluate.
When I was 15, I had no idea what it felt like to kiss someone and was completely unaware of how to approach feelings beyond blushing and butterflies. However, the one thing I had down to a T was how to take care of myself. I may not have been completely confident at the time, but at least I wasn’t relying on anyone else to hold my hand.
Now I am 20 years old, and I have →