Let’s define a squad.
When the term comes to mind, there are two ways of defining the word. First, there are the people who think it means to be part of the same group of friends — the same club, the same cult, basically the same difference. Then, you have the
About a year ago, I was at an interview for a job at Queen’s— one of many hopefuls trying to scramble their way to the second round. The job required intimate knowledge of the university grounds, so one of the first questions was, “What is your favourite room on campus?”
As I procrastinate from all of the responsibilities in my life, I open Instagram on my phone for the 100th time today, just to see the same old same old.
I scroll past pictures of my friends going out on a Friday or on a beach somewhere I would rather
You can read Emily Ratajkowski's original essay "Baby Woman" here.
Lena Dunham’s website Lenny Letter recently featured a piece written by model and actress Emily Ratajkowski. The personal essay is titled “Baby Woman,” and in it, Ratajkowski discusses her pubescent years as a “baby woman”—a 12-year-old with D-cup breasts. She expresses
Your arms wrap around me,
Squeezing me tighter and tighter
Until all I’m aware of are my ribs
Piercing through my skin.
You squeeze life out of me,
Until all that is left
Is a hollow shell.
Sunken eyes hide in dark caves
And peer out only to see a sallow face
Looking back at them.
They rest on top
I think I understand the notion of love.
It is the one simple thing that all people share but in completely different ways. It is the one act that changes everyone; the one thing that we do for nobody else but that one person. It is where you put a stop
This summer when I returned from five weeks in Europe, I had nothing to do. It was early June, and my summer job didn’t start until mid-July. I had six weeks, six glorious job and school-free weeks to do nothing. What a gift! I will never have this ever again,
It all started on an ordinary Thursday night when I was forced to go to The Underground. I was so comfortable in my warm pyjamas that I didn’t want to change, ever. But what I realized next changed the way I would go out forever… I could go clubbing in
In September of 2012, I left behind the familiarity of my quaint hometown and embarked on a 228 km journey to Kingston. I knew it then, and I definitely know it now, that my time at Queen’s would be forever engrained in my heart.
That was over three years ago.