Picture this scenario: you enter a social gathering, and you are all glammed up. A guy approaches you and tells you that “you look great.”
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Growing up, I was petrified of dogs. They were loud and scary, with teeth that were way too sharp. If one got even an inch too close to me, I would run to my dad and climb up his shoulders to hide from them.
“Now you’re looking for the secret. But you won’t find it because of course, you’re not really looking. You don’t really want to work it out.
This week I was going to review the new Taylor Swift album, The Life of a Showgirl, which was just released on an autumnal October 3.
It’s during late night frolics home that my deep love for Hoboken emulates through my body. As I walk past every street light (often in a delirious state of whimsy) and weave through the gridded streets, an overwhelming sense of calm washes over me — this is home, I know this.
The whistle of the kettle was always my first alarm. Long before the sun spilled through the curtains, the kitchen filled with the sharp bite of ginger, the sweetness of cardamom, and the earthy warmth of black tea simmering with milk.
Vicious by V.E. Schwab is a science fiction fantasy involving two college roommates who—in an attempt to play mad scientists—discover the ability to bestow superpowers to individuals through the use of extreme stress.
Each Editor-in-Chief comes into their position with a main goal in mind. That goal stems from what the organization desperately needs.
If you’ve ever looked around campus and thought, “How does she have it all together?”, you’re not alone. The “perfect college girl” myth, the idea that we’re supposed to be straight-A students, thriving socially, career-focused, stylish, and somehow still well-rested, has become an unspoken pressure for many women.
Like many people on September 17, I sat down to watch the series finale of Amazon’s The Summer I Turned Pretty.