It's weird how time can pass so slowly that you hardly notice the impact of the small changes you've made in your life. Often, you only become aware of these changes when someone points them out (which, if positive, is one of the best feelings ever), or when you deliberately take the time to reflect on yourself.
Every girl has had a complex relationship with the colour pink, which I have discovered through many conversations with the women in my life. Unfortunately, it is not a unique experience.
Whether you’re nervous about batting your eyes at the cutie in your 9am tutorial, or frantically using ChatGPT to write a good response to a Hinge prompt, putting yourself out there can be really hard.
I may be hyping concerts up a bit, but to me, it’s a magical experience that everyone should try at least once.
Here’s the problem: concerts be expensive.
Teen magazines are filled with celebrity content, and flipping through their pages would often land you on a spread featuring your favourites adorned in the latest fashions, partnered with a popular beauty line, or paired with a page worth of gossip and intel.
I know, you were raised to believe that talking to strangers is dangerous and can only end with you unconscious in a van somewhere. I understand completely; as a child, my mum made my sisters and I watch The Lovely Bones so that we wouldn’t trust strange old men. Despite this, I have come to learn that interacting with people you don’t know can be good for you (within reason, don’t ask the shadowy figure following you down the street how their day is going).
House of Leaves is a weird book. It’s ergodic, postmodern, epistolary, and thirty other adjectives only used by wankers and nerds (me). It’s the kind of book that has academic papers written about it, and those papers have sections titled, “Postmodern Science, the Hypercube and Parallel Dimensions, and the Hypertext”. Seriously, that’s an actual chapter in this Buffalo State College paper.
From many visits with my friend Zara, I managed to narrow down to my top five favourite cafes that you can find across the campus and Kelvin Grove Village.
Honestly, I have been wanting to take an internet break for a very long time, but scrolling works in a similar way to an addiction. You’re never really satisfied, but you find yourself always going back for more. This may be a little embarrassing to admit, but since I first joined Instagram at the young young age of 13, I don’t think a single day has passed that I have not scrolled.
Aussie rap was inescapable. It shaped my view of the bustling Australiana my family always wanted this place to be.
