Beautiful girlfriend: I thought you liked me for my personality.
Realistic boyfriend: It’s okay.

“I scribbled a question on my scrap of paper and tossed it into the designated baseball hat: Can you tell us a little about hookups and relationships at school?”


“When Women Look at Men / 8 Million Women Want / Women’s Rights”

“On the temple of your ivory bone and porcelain skin / I offered muscle and combustion / Meager morsels, for the moment,”

“Our trembles and tears are made bright. Dancing across / our cheeks blushing and buzzing with the blossoming weather. / Possibility is today. Happiness is now. The inhale, the exhale.

Memories may fade as distance grows wider between ourselves and our young selves, but one thing remains constant: if we dig down deep into the recesses of our experiences, hold light up to the seeds of our current moment, brush off the dust, we might find something worth writing about.

“No one thinks of Spotify as a means to immortality. But so long as the platform exists, a sort of permanence is granted. Our long finished playlists will become fuel for Discover Weekly long after we’re gone. We become eternal tastemakers, unconsciously curating mixtapes for future listeners.”

The politics of periods and how two students are reframing our conceptions of menstruation through social justice.

Inside the coalition aiming to eliminate Princeton University’s questioning of applicants’ criminal histories, and the broader decarceration movement.


They say she wears a mask that could launch a thousand ships and that with the purse of her lips, the white-gloved hands she uses to light thin, pretty cigarettes and drink Manhattans that she would launch them.

Nicki Minaj, where are the bees? The bees are not in the trap— They are trapped in air that refuses to be their home.

How the town of Princeton and other New Jersey cities just shy of sanctuary status negotiate safety for undocumented immigrants.

Unpacking the hubris of Drake’s newest experiment in rampant exhibitionism.

How to negotiate a home in spaces overcrowded by nostalgia for the days before you left.
Beautiful girlfriend: I thought you liked me for my personality.
Realistic boyfriend: It’s okay.