i am nicole elsasser

For me, this song has no particular person. Its presence here is not pointed, cannot be interpreted. But when a song you’ve heard a thousand times manages to give you fresh goosebumps on a weekday morning, you share. 

I feel it necessary to always have the weather for two cities on my phone because I am an adorable idiot.

I feel it necessary to always have the weather for two cities on my phone because I am an adorable idiot.

Four pages in and I know I’m gonna like this book.

Four pages in and I know I’m gonna like this book.

  • Boss: Redheads. I wanna like them. I like their freckles but I dislike their posture.
  • Me: Hmm, I guess a lot of redheads have poor posture.
  • Boss: Why do you think that is?
  • Me (without so much as a beat): Redheads learn shame really early.
  • Boss (after looking at me for a loooooong time): You just had that one fully formed, did ya?
“Woman are always finding their way into the inside of computers and you can never get them out. They live in there now.” -Ron Howard

“Woman are always finding their way into the inside of computers and you can never get them out. They live in there now.” -Ron Howard

Inarguably the best part in Tao Lin’s Shoplifting From American Apparel.

Inarguably the best part in Tao Lin’s Shoplifting From American Apparel.

That anyone should care in this heat whose flushed lips he kissed, whose head made damp the pajama pocket over his heart.

A damn fine writer.

This is a quote that is never quoted but is my new favourite.

Horseface is possibly a vulnerable, girlish monstrosity and definitely my new zine. If you would like to read it, send along your address to nicoleelsasser@gmail.com & it will find its way to your home for free.

Horseface is possibly a vulnerable, girlish monstrosity and definitely my new zine. If you would like to read it, send along your address to nicoleelsasser@gmail.com & it will find its way to your home for free.

My place in life is inside dresses that hit the floor. 
“What a woman!” they’ll (hopefully) say. 
“She’s some kind of lady!” 
and what not. 

My place in life is inside dresses that hit the floor. 

“What a woman!” they’ll (hopefully) say. 

“She’s some kind of lady!” 

and what not.