Though she be but little, she is fierce – William Shakespeare
Numb fills your heart, drowns your thoughts, seeps at your soul. Your homework lays upon your desk, unfinished. Your art scatters across the floor, abandoned. Your dinner sits, untouched.
Why don’t you feel anything anymore?
Continue reading “why don’t you feel anything anymore?”The bagpipes are really quite nice,
When you stand in the back of the room,
Your face to the open doors—air cold as ice
Washes over you, mingles with sound
Your ears are ringing,
From the bagpipes so loud.
Your eyes are stinging,
from the wind so cold
But really, the bag pipes are nice,
if burst eardrums you normalize!
Today I am exploring the similarities and differences between The Great Charter and the American Declaration of Indepedence. Enjoy!
A quick note before we begin: my little brother has started doing this thing whereby when he sees two bugs, creatures, people, whatever, he announces grandly “X versus Y” for example “Woollybear caterpillar versus red ant!” or even “Sister (insert names here) versus cousin” and then proceeds to tell you which one would win (sister, she would flip cousin onto floor). Because of this, all the small people in my family hear the word ‘versus’ or ‘vs’ and assume we mean fighting against, so I thought I would clarify: in this context versus is best translated as “as compared to or in contrast with” and not “against.” Alright, with that out of the way, onto the essay!
Continue reading “Magna Carta Libertatum vs. The Declaration of Indepedence”Sometimes, you think the fear will drive you mad. Then you remember, it already has. The voices in your head. They are part of you, down to the bone. They have been with you since your childhood, helping you know what to say, telling you stories.
Continue reading “hold on”It took me a while to get around to writing this post, and I have just discovered a problem. I only took one picture of the outside of the journal, one picture of the journal wrapped up, and zero pictures of the inside. “Well, can’t you take more?” Nope. I gave the journal away months ago. So there won’t be extensive pictures this time. Hope you enjoy anyway!
Continue reading “Vintage Rose Journal”My parents were out of the house for approximately 45 minutes, so, of course, I made marshmallows. It was only a few days until St. Nicholas day, and I was determined to present them with some dessert or another. Also just because there is a certain thrill which comes with trying to cook or bake something without others knowing.
As Christmas draws closer, I felt like doing a Christmas theme for my December monthly page. But hmm …how to incorporate Christmas? I considered pine trees, snowmen, etc. But nothing seemed to work. And then inspiration struck: what about ornaments? So I traced around the bottom of some supplement bottles and buttons, and started sketching.
Continue reading “December Bujo month page”Time fell in love with Chaos’s creation, Gi, and by and by she bore him twins —male and female. The girl shone bright as all the stars above in the Darkness, and was called Astéri. The boy was pale as the ghost of long forgotten gods, and was called Chlomós. The two grew together, inseparable from the womb. Closest to Gi, over her the two watched, jealously guarding the mother they loved so dearly.
Continue reading “the beginning of Astéri, light incarnate, goddess of the sun”In a land …
To close by for comforts hand
A soldier in a crown
Set forth across the foreign ground.
That time of year has swung around again when I must acknowledge my age, and I chose to celebrate it with a checkerboard cake.
