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zero by imagine dragons

When the whole party is down but your bard is up

jack had absolutely no right to go this hard

um excuse me Jack not only may but must go this hard

Second time is the charm!!!

Hyelloh peeps!!! This is the second time writing this but I created a second blog last night called booknerdandbujo

Like it says in the description, it’s a dedication page for my love for books and writing poetry. I hope you give my second blog some support and love.

Second time is the charm!!!

Hyelloh peeps!!! This is the second time writing this but I created a second blog last night called booknerdandbujo

Like it says in the description, it’s a dedication page for my love for books and writing poetry. I hope you give my second blog some support and love.

You

Your smile

Your laugh

Your eyes

Everything, I miss you

You

You made me believe once again

Believe in something that I’ve given up on

You brought it back to life

You helped mended my fragile heart

But you were also the one

To break it once more

You broke it

You broke what you fixed

You made me feel special

Important

Loved

But you ended it

You decided that it was too quick

You said you thought about it

But did you really…?

You said all those words

Did you mean them?

Were they true?

Was I just a toy to you?

Like I said

You made me believe once again

Someone like you exist

Although very rare

You exist

You loved and broke me

You made me smile and cry

You made me laugh in joy and pain

You

The Hazel Wood by Melissa Albert

My book reviews won’t be based on the ratings of the books but more like on what I really felt. And to start us off with that is The Hazel Wood by Melissa Albert

There’s actually a short story on how I come to know this book. The only reason I’ve heard and know this book are two reasons: 

1. I saw it on a booktuber’s tbr list

2. The dusk jacket is really pretty to look at

Now with those two things in mind, I decided to immediately acquire this book and start to read it during the month of October. I was actually looking for a book that would give me a halloweeney vibe. And this was one of the two books that gave me that vibe.

When I first started reading this book, I didn’t feel bored nor did I feel content about it. The beginning started off slow, and that somewhat made me want to try to read it more. As I continue to read the book, it started to get better and better. The progression of the story was gradually increasing until the very end. 

There are some moments where it somewhat bored me but most of the time, the book keep me wanting to read on what’s going to happen next. The progression of the story was just amazing. It also gave me a twisted version of Alice in Wonderland, which I’m all for it. 

I would recommend this book.

you’ve all heard of golden retriever’s now get ready for 

Golden Shepherd - a mix breed between a German Shepherd and a Golden Retriever 

“Golden Shepard” is a weird way to spell “Perfect Little Boy Who Has Stolen My Heart And Granted Me Peace”

stargazing by kygo

I feel extremely powerful today!!

FOR THOSE WHO NEED IT, TAKE MY POSITIVE ENERGY

rip santa.

Working in Retail in under 3 minutes

i had to watch this like 5 times because of no captions but lmao if someone makes a transcript for this it would be bomb

transcript: “So we have these Santas at work, right, okay? We have black and we have white Santas. And they’re like creepy, five-foot tall, lifelike animatronic… like, Santas that hold plates of cookies and milk, and they kinda look like they could wake up and come to life and murder you in your sleep– and they don’t include batteries, but we have these Santas. Like nothing screams ‘festive holiday cheer’ like a big, hulking Santa. Um. Nothin’ will jingle your jangles more. So, um, this woman comes in and she’s like, “Do you have these?” and I’m like, “Oh my god, yeah!” So a couple weeks ago we sold out of our white Santas, and we are down to like, three black Santas. And so, I take her to the aisle, I show her the Santas, and the first thing out of her mouth is, “I’m not racist, but…” and I’m like, well, I can’t– I’m not in the position to decide if you are or not, but if like– if I could use context clues and infer, uh, I would say maybe that you might be. And three, we’re talking about Santa. Like– (stuttering) did we switch subjects? And so, um, I’m in like, I– the next thing that pops out of her mouth is like, “This is not right.” and I’m like, okay, I’m sorry, but this is what the picture was. And she’s like, “No. Santa is white.” And I’m like, oh no, okay. Okay. So I’m in– I’m about to tell her, I’m like, mid-sentence, like, “I’m sorry, do you want me to go call another store, do you need me to, like, write you a raincheck just in case we we get any more.” And she’s like, “This is wrong, I want them taken down.” She interrupts me, says that, and I’m like, (pause). I like, look around, and I’m like, is she talking to me? Is this, like, my own, like, personal hell? But like, of course it is. So, um, I’m like, “I can’t take these Santas down.” And she’s like, “Why not?!” And I’m like, “You either have to buy them, or take them down yourself.” And that was like, the stupidest thing I could have ever said, because– (sighs) she takes this bag, with like, Jesus’s face, like, slammed right in the middle as a design– it’s big– she takes it off her shoulder, and starts beating these black Santas! She starts beating these Santas down, they were like, falling down… and I’m like, oh my god! What– what is happening? So like, I step in the middle of her and these Santas and I’m like, “Ma’am, ma’am, you need to leave, you need to stop, or I’m going to have to call someone.” So she like, stops, and she’s like, beet red, and like, huffin’ and puffin’, and she like, looks at me and I can tell she’s just trying to get like, a one-liner in, and she’s like, “The Santa I know is white.” And then she walks away. And I’m like, well– I’m processing what’s happening, while also thinking, like, the Santa you know? Santa’s not real. So unless you’re using an ouija board to contact good old Kris Kringle, um, from like, B.C. or whenever, I’m like, that’s pretty impressive, but how ya doin’ that. And, um, I– the last thought that ran through my mind is that, I’m like, I would hate to be in the room with her when she finds out that Jesus is not white.”