Words by: Dena Tissera Art by: Ella Porter
It’s been a long time since we last spoke; I’m not sorry about that. Our friendship is better stored as a memory, a pressed flower in an old book.… Growing up and Growing Apart
Words by: Lara Christensen Art by: Gabrielle Poh
My first heartbreak was with a boy who felt he couldn’t be my friend anymore.
We’d been friends since middle school, often waiting together as we were usually the last ones to be picked up from school. We talked about everything, talked during everything and were childishly proud that our Snapchat streak was so long.… Which Cut Is the Deepest?
Words by Ruby Ellam Art by Liam Grant
When Harry Met Sally, famously claims that “men and women can’t be friends because the sex part always gets in the way.” But what about when the sex is part of the friendship? Are friends with benefits a real and viable mode of relationship, or are they just a delayed heartbreak under the guise of our modern fear of commitment?… Your Guide to Rooting and Booting
Words by Maya Art by Zoe Alexiades
In my post high school naive mind, it was simple. We were young and jobless. We had the time and the freedom of going out instead of studying for exams. Our days were empty, waiting to be filled with adventure. But this new found freedom came at a cost. There was no more seeing the same faces every day. No more sitting on the oval laughing about stupid shit. No more cramming for a test together or late-night snapchatting mental breakdowns of how we were all doomed to fail.
With 50 degree days apparently coming up this summer in Victoria, it’s safe to say cool places are going to be flocked.
It’s official. A true art master has come to town. … Hokusai Meets NGV
No matter where you are in the world, most individuals can relate to the feeling of having a defining characteristic that separates them from the supposed norm. … Mixed Race? Yes. Mixed Up? No.
From the time I was growing up until now, I have never considered my self-esteem to be sky-high. … A Social Media Blossom
To say the least, she made me fucking miserable. … She
When was the last time you praised yourself? When was the last time you praised yourself to someone else – not on text, phone call or Snapchat?