Wake up in the Valley of the Dolls

by Rachel Lynch in

Wake up in the Valley of the Dolls,  it doesn't really matter what we do. Light mint green nails, teal gold rings and tan thighs. Summer-blood on high. Some days, as you observe waves and the tide, you understand why surfers invent words, like narley and stoked. What's happening in the waves is too good to be described by something in Webster's.

You create your own reality. You chose how you feel about the outside world, other people.. you're even free to chose how you feel about yourself (although, we often forget that.) You don't have to be down today, you don't have to be regretful of the past; Find one good thing in your life and just be fucking thankful for it. Sometimes, happiness is much simpler than we make it out to be.


"You've got to climb Mount Everest to reach the Valley of the Dolls"