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Today, Ansel Elgort—my 21-year-old enemy who I thought had been giving me space—has ruined my life for the second or third time.


I don’t...even know what to say? First of all, this was tweeted at 1:19 PM, which is not morning, no one would ever call that the morning. Second of all, is he trying to make me sick with all these different flattering angles?! Has a technically good male singing voice ever caused this much white hot rage and crippling emotional nausea in a single human being? What am I supposed to do with these feelings—just feel them?

Yes! Me!

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Kate Dries

Ellie, here for you in this trying time but just cause it’s not morning here doesn’t mean it’s not morning wherever Ansel is (heaven).