types of people // sodas
orange soda: picnics, sunsets, and big smiles. warm colors. rose colored sunglasses. overalls and button down tees. wicker baskets, checkers, freshly baked bread. social and has lots of friends.
grape soda: black hair. mysterious. sunglasses at night. leather jackets, studs, dark lipstick, motorcycles. late night drives. random gas stations. sushi, lace up boots, piercings. doesn’t want friends/ leaves them behind.
strawberry soda: baby pink, dancing in the rain, paper straws. sundaes, polka dots and stripes. soft blankets, old yarn, dusty attics. sews and enjoys making people laugh.
watermelon soda: sundresses, hot pink, messy buns, beaches. fizzy drinks, bubbles, big umbrellas. watching the sunrise. small breakfasts. floppy hats, ribbon, and flats. close knit group of friends.
:DD
a body a day keeps the demons at bay ✨
When I was a kid, I thought the quote “every cloud has a silver lining” meant something like every good thing has its twinge of bad. I alway saw clouds as positive and the “silver” nothing more than a boring grey. It kinda shows you that there are multiple perspectives for everything.
“I know where you live”
K get groceries while ur out we’re out of milk
The quote “not all who wander are lost” kills me because ol’ dude isn’t saying to go find your hipster self, he’s saying not all who stray from the path die/get snatched.
Me, 12, listening to Piano Man while slowly downing a mug of hot chocolate:
where’d the days all go
The VV Long Poem
im not yet sure who to give this to
whether or not
it should go
from who
to who
but if i do decide to give this to you
would you not
leave or go
to some other who
or who
(hmmm)
i have left this alone
for months on end
an abandoned drone
no one can mend
this poem sucks
but its ok
i dont give two FRiks
so make way,
ill write a book,
a poem, a sonnet,
about a crook
who has stolen a bonnet
he doesn't need it
nobody does
the person who had it
is nothing but fuzz
shes dead and gone
but dont freak out
it was very well done;
hard to carry out
for yes,
she was murdered
a very sad thing?
her life couldnt have been furthered
she ate to much string!
the murder was careful
and as i have said
ex-tre-me-ly dareful
for she is quite dead!
he took her up close
in the seat where she sat
he did something gross
no doubt about that
into her ears
went a long worm
and inside her throat
it did a great squirm
down in her stomach it drew up so tight
and she knew then,
"something's not right!"
her outer waist tightened
her body was done
she was extremely frightened
the crook had won
he went to the fridge
and got out some soup
he tasted a smidge
but it tasted like poop!
he looked for some bread
and sat down to write
a pencil with lead
was what he needed that night
he was a struggling writer
but this bread seemed the thing
that might could inspire!
so here is his poem
you can see its no good
not many people knew him
that's why he loves food
"Bread and butter
butter and bread
milk from an utter
the cows get no cred
i really like food
it makes me fat
it saves my mood
no doubt about that
but most times a slice
isn't always the answer
sometimes mice
come down with cancer
how do i end this
there's no way to be sure
cancers a business
there is no cure..."
well that was depressing
i need a hug
this dude must be stressing
about the blood on the rug
lets not forget
this guy is a killer
he had lost a bet
he didn't want to kill her
he bet, not on money
just for a leaf
the leaf fed the bunny
that belonged to the chief
if that bunny died
he would die too
it would mean he had lied
to Mr Macoo
should i end this now
or just keep going
the magical eyebrow
keeps on glowing
but you don't know about that
because- you shouldn't
there's a murderous cat
with a labeled bullet
if i speak
she will shoot
if i squeak
she'll send The Newt
that's why i write
and never talk
my lips are tight
like I've been licking caulk
….
Its been four months
ive been really quiet
the cat; she still hunts
but im on a diet
so when she comes
i'll be super small
ill hide in the drums
i found at the mall
….
its been six months
she still hasn't showed
but i keep hearing grunts
i might hit the road....
IM FRANTICALLY RUNNING
FROM A CAT WITH A GUN
SHES REALLY QUITE CUNNING
IM REALLY QUITE DONE
i cant run anymore
ill stop for a breath
i see a french door
behind me is death
I RACE AGAIN TO THE DOOR
I DONT KNOW IF ITS SAFE
ITS LIKE A FISH LURE
I THINK ITS FAIL-SAFE
waiting waiting waiting
my hopeful thoughts are fading
waiting waiting waiting
is that Newt skating??
I went through the door
about two minutes ago
something about this floor
makes me want to go
AH!
there's blood on the rug!
could this be it?
i think as i give the big curtain a tug
see! there is the string lady
sitting in her seat
shes looking quite shady
and now so does this street
the cat did prepare
right on park avenue
The Newt chased me here
but didn't pursue
they wanted me to see this
it must be important
the one thing that scares me is
the room is portent
to something scarier than death;
the end of this poem.
i stop to catch my breath...
the room i am in is the one from the start
the old lady cold and dead
the robber so smart
yes, this is the room
where the story began.
When i was filled with gloom
i called up a man
he told me to write
so i wrote about this
at first i was bad
so i quit for months
than i restarted, still sad
and i wrote for months.
soon i felt better,
but others felt worse
they sent me a letter
the first from a nurse
she said i was crude
i said she was rude!
i kept on writing
and still do today
i stay away from the fighting
it leads me astray
i'll end this now
and just to say
the magical eyebrow
has just passed away.
I have written this throughout the year, and only now am I finishing. It is ten pages long!
Thanks to whoever read all the way down!
Types of People: Sodas
Orange- picnics, sunsets, and big smiles. warm colors. rose colored sunglasses. overalls and button down tees. wicker baskets, checkers, freshly baked bread. social and has lots of friends.
Grape- black hair. mysterious. sunglasses at night. leather jackets, studs, dark lipstick, motorcycles. late night drives. random gas stations. sushi, lace up boots, piercings. doesn’t want friends/ leaves them behind.
Strawberry- baby pink, dancing in the rain, paper straws. sundaes, polka dots and stripes. soft blankets, old yarn, dusty attics. sews and enjoys making people laugh.
Watermelon- sundresses, hot pink, messy buns, beaches. fizzy drinks, bubbles, big umbrellas. watching the sunrise. small breakfasts. floppy hats, ribbon, and flats. close knit group of friends.
Lemon Lime- electric eyes, neon signs, green hair. lit alleyways, bright lipstick, bold fashion. spontaneous. checkered fabric, glow-in-the-dark, fluorescent lights. excitement. makes other people feel alive.
“Draw a jellyfish biker gang”
First time using photoshop to draw and since I don’t have a drawing pad, I had to draw with the track pad lol! I really like it tho and this was a fun prompt! :)
Hey what if the reason this generation’s self confidence is one of the lowest ever recorded is because of participation trophies? Even when you get them when you are really young, you still know that it means you achieved nothing. After a while, you stop believing what other people tell you because your confidence was built on an uneven foundation of lies. Now, when someone tells you you did a good job or you look really nice, you don’t believe them because it’s just seems like another participation trophy.
-The Daring Book for Girls
Andrea Buchanan & Miriam Peskowitz
Closet Witch Hack!
(or witchy hack in general)
When your home alone, take a picture of the spice cabinet so the next time you’re in need of spices/herbs you don’t get caught rummaging around in the cabinet for that long lost ginger. ;)
O my gooodddd do you ever get this huge urge to just be with somebody. Like not do anything just sit together and maybe watch a movie? I dont want to watch a movie by myself but if someone were here id be so down u know
DIY Tarot Cards!
I was thinking of buying cards, but after looking at a bunch, none of them really clicked with me. So I decided to make my own! :) Not too bad for a closet/ baby witch!
The suits are on the left and right (stacked), while the major arcana is in the middle and top. I used index cards cut in half instead of printing off a template because I wanted them to be small.
I will go over them in a thin dark marker later, but for now they’re just in pencil. I really liked the minimalist tarot cards, so i took inspiration from them. I didn’t want them to me perfect, and some of them are messier than others which is fine. On some of the cards I just drew what first came to mind. (Like for hermit I did a weird hermit crab lol)
Over all I really like how they turned out! Hope you guys like it too! ;)
Eyebrows on fleek when nothing else is 🤘🤩

