What — should — that mouth do?
By Anya Johnson | November 8, 2024The language of dirty talk doesn’t come easily.
The language of dirty talk doesn’t come easily.
Why should I let the threat of the “last” keep me from enjoying the rest of my University experience?
Home is not stagnant, and neither are we.
I, Cecy Juárez, am one of the three “squirrels of U.Va.” running the @thesquirrelsofuva page.
I encourage you to be confident that you are on the right path — your own track — and pursue the love that blends seamlessly with the rest of your desires and ambitions.
Whether you’re hoping to do some healing and restoration like me or just want something fun to do, being outdoors is a great way to spend some time during the summer.
Don't sacrifice what makes you excitingly individualistic in the chase of approval, as this could lead to a relationship in which you feel suppressed and unfulfilled.
It is often difficult to distinguish between living for others and living for oneself, and the guilt that comes with that distinction has proven crippling in some of my own life experiences.
Allowing myself to fall in love with everyday things has completely transformed my outlook on life — I am able to appreciate the little things that make living worthwhile.
There’s something so therapeutic about getting every thought in your head out — the release is almost euphoric.
Although I was excited to explore and learn more about the great outdoors, I didn’t know how I would cope with the increasing presence of climate change in my everyday life.
On the verge of sounding utterly cliche, you are your own forever, so turn those metaphorical leaves over until you find what works best for you.
Even though sometimes I like to revel in my sappy nostalgia and eat a sleeve of Oreos, underneath that I’m still OK with it.
For all you sports fans out there, I present to you my breakdown of U.Va. basketball from someone who has never watched a U.Va. basketball game.
Although we spent hours designing our common space, our best piece is tucked away in the back hallway where almost no one sees it.
My first mid-rehearsal writing was composed in the margins of “Jupiter” in Holst’s seven-movement Planets suite.
While an obsession with stickers may seem childish, it is very real among us “young adults.”
If cooking were a religion, my mother’s family would be its most dedicated worshippers.
My friends all seemed to have great summers ahead of them. My plans, however, were mostly up in the air.
Two things started July 6 — #1 Midsummers and #2 Me being 21.