💀 weirdgirl zine 💜

moldavite's use in jewelry is aesthetically stunning, and its unique history adds to its mystery and intrigue. my friend jenny is a major fan of its allure. she's a bit of a space freak, and her collection is stunning. each piece is a swirling masterpiece, a tiny piece of universe history, a reminder of each cosmic impact that created glass from the sky!  i own some moldavite, but haven't worked with it much; it's a little daunting. moldavite's beauty is more than just visual. it's a piece of history, a connection to something bigger than us or even our world—a reminder that we're all stardust.  if you're ready to explore a higher connection, consider giving moldavite a try.  and remember, we're all connected by the same stardust. we're all made of stardust, after all!

still summery and hot early on, cooling slightly toward the end — still dry tho. the light starts to change, which i hate because light is stupid and poopid ✂️ if my workspace is clean i can breathe. if it’s not, i straighten if i have someone to talk to while i clean. otherwise i can’t breathe cuz im a messy bitch. i’ve started keeping emergency scissors in every room. they cut wire better than pliers sometimes. old epipen containers full of beads. kickin it old school. i’m obsessed with austrian crystal bicones this month cuz their asses catch the light like nothing else. candy elle called to tell me a story about a date with some guy who spent more time on his hair than she does “and he was a hair away from total baldness, too.” wtffff?! i might not have owned shampoo in years. i dry ‘poo to keep it toight and then soap my scalp weekly. conditioner too, especially with manic panic mixed in. people think being naturally nice is flirting; it’s not. it’s just trying to stay human. when...