💀 weirdgirl zine 💜

Emilio mid-streak, frozen cold, phone in hand, censored for decency. Classic Emilio: trying to be wild and free but utterly uncoordinated and totally unprepared. His phone addiction strikes again… mid-prank distraction leads to an awkward halt. Easily embarrassed, Emilio probably wanted to disappear right then and there! He tried to keep up with the supernatural antics, but this was peak “wrong move” in his quest for happiness points. 🤣

this is part two of the series! (if you missed part one, go back and read it first — it’s got the hype-charm intro and all the banana-screaming prevention tips you need.) quick recap: grab a charm, squeeze it like it’s absorbing your rage, and tell it what kind of day you’re manifesting. treat it like your hot fictional boyfriend who actually listens. and then i program it with gratitude (not malware)! at the end of the day (aka 7:12 a.m. when i’m crying and microwaving something you’re better off not hearing about), i hold my stone and whisper my little love notes to the universe. i thank it for my weed order, for abating just a little on scent of cursed pumpkin sock in schwartzy’s car, or just the fact i made it through the day without getting possessed — this time. if you’re into prayer, use it to text god like: “yo i’m struggling plz send help or snacks.” if you’re not, just vibe with it. the stone gets it. i use it when my anxiety is hopping in my chest and intrusive thoughts won’...

warm to hot now, dry as bones. early summer heat settling in toward the end — the kind where the blinds stay shut because they always are. all. ways. closed 😵‍💫 a new dawn, a new day, a new life for meeeee. the light is different but i hate it. i’ve started leaving nothing open while i work. it feels correct. writersgroup asked me if i think roses are pretty. “yeah. i love them,” i wrote. that’s the whole truth. candy elle texted me a picture of a finished shoot. purple grapes, dark lace, wings. it looked beautiful but i know that shit was hard-ass work. i know how heavy the props are.  my hands are steadier. maybe it’s the caffeine, maybe it’s just habit. phyllis be snoring cute in the corner. the bead travel kits are lined up like soldiers.