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Have you ever been lit on fire? I have. Seven times precisely. Some might call it bad luck, but being set alight didn’t hurt me, it made me feel alive.
The streets– meaning an amalgamation of Tiktok, Twitter, Youtube, fashion websites and blogs– are predicting that the peplum dress you wore to your 7th grade promotion ceremony will be back in style sooner than you think.
Whenever I read, watch, or play different forms of post-apocalyptic fiction, I always end up wondering what I’d do if I were in these worlds, whether they be ravaged by nuclear blasts, invaded by aliens, or torn apart by natural disaster.
One bite at a time
my mother says as it sits there
in my kitchen
blowing dish-soap bubbles
through its pool-noodle nose.
My fluttering feet had splashed up into the air–suspending, if just for a moment–in that beautiful, blissful moment when an overwhelming sea of blue rushed and rippled over my streamlined body as I swam in my neighborhood pool.
The first Panic! At the Disco song I heard was, surprisingly, not “I Write Sins Not Tragedies.” I was sitting in my childhood bedroom
You just are, no need to play a part
Names and Pronouns and Sexuality
Can change as easily as the seasons
It is accepted and no less normal
Compared to the fall, the spring season carries with it a palpable shift in tone. Especially speaking as a fourth-year student here at UVA, I haven’t been able to go a single week without suddenly being ambushed by a wave of “it’s almost over.”
I want to get a workout in today. Should I go to the gym? No, that’s too scary. Actually, never mind, I'll go lift so I can feel strong and productive. Ok now that I’m here I’m really nervous. I kinda want to go home, but I'll just go inside anyway. I can do this!
I asked my mother all the pressing questions, and she came with all the answers.
Oh, how I love female camaraderie. I love the way our room booms with Ice Spice and NewJeans as we ask each other, “Do my eyebrows look even” or “Is it a skirt day?”