pink, blue | poem

I said the sky was pink and you laughed in my face; I asked some other people and they saw the same thing I hung around a little bit longer; then I went back inside ~ Sammicakes

college life | saturday ramble

Happy Saturday, everyone! I hope your week has been as eventful as mine. This week marked the start of my on-campus college career. With the COVID-19 restrictions, including having a very limited amount of guests to help me move in, the day unfolded in a strange, exciting, and bittersweet manner. I had to walk around…

Six Word Story

There is no bravery without fear. ~ Sammicakes “It wasn’t brave because he wasn’t scared: it was the only thing he could do. But going back again […] when he was really scared. That was brave. […] When you’re scared but you still do it anyway, that’s brave.” — Neil Gaiman, Coraline

Bold | Saturday Poem

The boldest faces are the ones making the transition from babbles to bubbly speech. The boldest thoughts are spoken aloud from the smallest and high-pitchiest of mouths. The most audacious dreams come from the youthful minds uncorrupted by flocks of fear and failure. As is all things, the newest to come and the soonest to…

Nature | Stream of Consciousness

Have you ever seen a sight as beautiful as nature untamed? ~ It races without a heartbeat, a pulse, or gleam of sweat. The heat of the sun, rather than slow it, allows it to expand expeditiously about its expansive canvas, as long as rain is a constant variable in life’s divine equation. Free of…

Dark Chocolate Brownies!!

Happy Wednesday! I hope everyone’s been having a good week. I’m nearing the last few weeks of being home before moving for college. That being said, I’ve been sure to bake something awesome for everyone once a week! Last Saturday, I scoured Pinterest for the best brownie recipe I could find; keep in mind, I’ve…

Homemade Buttermilk Biscuits!!

Good morning and happy Sunday, everyone! This is my official 2021 greeting post, so… consider yourself greeted! I made buttermilk biscuits for Thursday night’s dinner, and they turned out way better (and prettier) than expected. If you would like to try it for yourself, I used this recipe here. Thank you for stopping by! ~Sammicakes

worn out words | poem

thoughts travel without passports or permission; love cannot be contained in the human body, so it now grows in the oak trunk of an endless tree. time threads us together in loose, haphazard seams; dreams contain all my greatest fears and fantasies, so now I plant them in the mulch beneath tall grasses to grow…

love in time | poem/song

even if we don’t talk for years and years I’ll still hold you close to my heart even when time separates us you’ll always be apart of my life, of my life and I won’t make a promise that I can’t keep and you won’t fall to time I can guarantee and you won’t fall…

Merry Christmas Eve!!

With Christmas approaching, I hope everybody is safe and healthy with the people they love. I know this year was either really tragic or extremely depressing for most people, but we’re on the right track to normal–and even better than normal. Make the most of the holidays: you deserve it. MERRY (ALMOST) CHRISTMAS! ~Sammicakes