Call to Action, Call to Attention, Call for Affection

The toxins rose above onto the surface of my skin with nowhere to go, my turmoil, my dread, my negativity, my sadness, all from within. And now they mark my face, my body, exposed and evident for all to see. What other choice do I have but to address and repair them to be the…

love or death

If she were to do that it would end in one of two ways–love or death–and both were wicked, wicked, wicked. ~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…

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…

Identity | Saturday Prose

There is some sweet solace in knowing that I am a product of love rather than hate, violence. Of the girls past born of my breed, there would be no such comfort. There is good and bad that comes with claiming this skin, but the fact that I exist not as lesser scum but as…

Sunshine Blogger Award!! | Saturday Blog

Happy Friday, everyone! I was nominated by the lovely Belladonna, who you all should definitely check out for fitness coaching and dinner recipes. Here are her questions: What is your favorite feel-good snack? My go-to is peanut butter on graham crackers, it’s a great energy boost! What is your favorite thing to do on a…

Drawing Toph Beifong |Saturday Sketch

Hello and hello, everyone! As most of you that know, I usually post an update of my drawing skills every couple of weeks. (Check them out here and here!) One piece I made for Father’s Day two weeks ago was something I’ve been meaning to post. Toph is my dad’s favorite character from Avatar: The…

lavender and blackberry sleep | poem

slip into consciousness at the touch of cotton soft skin and contrasting fingertips. eye the waving sultry curls of blond against brown locks, after closing the satin blinds, drawing in closer the four walls, existence beyond glistening and diminishing into small nothingness. the nothingness slips away, slips away, slips away… understand the importance of this…