diy jo style post, definitive tutorial

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you asked for it (actually i think it was diamond who asked it but): how to write posts jo style, a step by step tutorial. because what the world needs right now is angsty walls of text with no capitalization and/or proper punctuation. that. makes sense

but alas, here we are.

how to write a jo-style post

step one: do nothing.

why so specific? who knows? a simple way to do nothing is to promise yourself that you’ll get all of your lit essays done before tuesday so you can watch the bway jackbox stream, then get distracted by clara’s instagram because her photography is literal gold, then obsessively hunt through rhi and charis’ blogs for good books to read, and then have a discussion about sexuality with your very conservative, very biblical, and very dorky brother, and finally, when you’ve absolutely spent the very last minute of any free time, b e h o l d. an idea springeth forth from the grave to haunt you.

however, you do not act upon it, you watch some edits of awae on youtube and start screeching at 3am in the morning. very important part of this step.

step two: let your emotions build up, and then dramatically begin to release them.

to build up emotions, start by never mentioning them to anyone ever if you can possibly help it, or on one supportive friend who is willing to suffer through your sensitive feeling nature (as shown in the above step.). listen to some random angsty music by people you don’t know and you’re basically going to start bursting with too many feelings you don’t know how to handle. wait til midnight, sit out on the porch, look up at the stars, ignore the bajillion bug bites your legs are being violated with, and cry for two minutes about how loki deserved better. at the end of that, by next year, you’ll be able to write that expressive trainwreck of thought onto paper.

step three: grab the nearest writing tool around and begin to formulate letters.

important thing to mention: do we actually write in the wordpress editor, which comes with lovely ways of formatting, designing, editing, adding pictures, and finally publishing?

n O

this is an act of reason and common sense, which goes directly against the carefully built infrastructure of chaos and madness and burnt oatmeal-chocolate chip cookies created for the regular jo. no, instead, you find a coffee cup, a pen, and scribble your words on the side with no words. hopefully with no coffee in it either. if you abstain from caffeine, the text space to your ex, some ripped up checks stuffed in the fridge, your roommate’s open phone, or on the back of an envelope you sent to your cousin with a 5 year old letter in it dramatically saying that everyone on the earth should be passionate about being good, will do just as well. just be sure to burn the letter or erase it from the universe entirely.

step four: hyperfixate on your disaster work and run with the vibe.

this is where you do novel things like WRITING IN ALL CAPS or *putting asterisk actions* and adding,,, awkwardness,, with punctuation. or. marking the flat lines. with. just. periods. you know? you know? know?? hfikaghniauetkntiug oh oh and keyboard smashing and pAsSiVe-aGgReSsIvE capitalization patterns are added! for texture!

of course,

to add gravitas to your work,

make sure the important thing has its own line.

or column of lines.

and don’t forget the importance of references and all that jazz. shade a few people who quote their favorite bands in every single post because you don’t wanna be basic and say that navigating by stars is such a special line in a comment on a post about being brave cause it doesn’t quite… fit.

step five: like a proud frankenstein, release your creation into the world to be admired by all and spammed by bots.

it’s the year 2031, and you’ve finally gotten your post written! huzzah! whatever that means!

the final steps toward publishing are to steal– borrow an aesthetic picture from unsplash or pinterest or both, slap it onto the front, hit preview, find yourself saying “senge’ instead of “saga”, cry, fix it, decide you’re humourous enough, and then schedule it for the next morning. you will not remember that you did so, so when people start commenting you will be absolutely lost because you totally forgot that you did that, which you will then make up for by reading said post, cringing, and profusely thanking the 5 people who read it for not ghosting you entirely.

and then

you repeat the process all over again.

*bows humbly*

~i know i talk too much, i’m abrasive, jo~

everything all at once, i suppose

i have never made sense, i never will, don’t worry too much about it

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breakdown and


get to choose the level of teenage angst

*i n h a l e s*

hi! i’m jo! i identify as a moron, allergies include shrimp, dust mites, and the whole world apparently, unaddressed depression Thriving, and you’re watching


where nothing, and i can’t stress this clearly enough, nothing, goes right

featuring! war! bloodshed! government invasion of privacy! the beginnings of trauma! my nonexistent sanity! and most importantly, pizza with pineapple on it!

have f u n with That, Kids!

when i die say something nice
wear comfy pajamas and bring fried rice
watch all the instagram stories i set to private
the things i’ve only said in the silence

when i die please gather round
pretend i was a memory you won’t throw out
wipe your tears and blow your nose
forget about it all when you go

when i die if i ever called you friend
do me a favor and for an hour pretend
that the person you came to grieve
actually made any mark in the light of eternity

my pinterest feed seems to worry about me and i admire that very much

like lately it’s been full of angry twitter posts and tumblr rants that cry for the dystopian protagonists to begin saving the day and like, can we handle that rn? nope

so now it has art of fantastical places and edits and happy comics and baking recipes and room inspiration and laugh out loud trashposts and all of this grossly domestic vibe which is super sweet but i wouldn’t ever say that if my life depended on it (nevermind that i just did)

the question is is it pinterest,

or is it the people who i follow that saved me from stressing over another source of bad news

either way, thank you

the following is a snippet of something i sent in to select friends, enemies, and undecided, and i figured it fit with the crack vibes this is emanating, so here you go

"i cannot talk very well. 
especially to big macho guys. 
especially if said big macho guy had seen me successfully hurl a knife into a palm tree and cackle like a stereotypical witch 
(more on that later.)
"a n x i et yyyyy"

i figured this out last night watching the storm beat down on the windows and honestly it passes the vibe check

my greatest fear is being irrelevant


and i wonder why, you know? is it a mental thing to feel everything more deeply than they’re meant to be? is it just me? could i just inherently not be good enough for anyone to want to interact? will i be doomed to leaving people too stunned to react?

and i don’t know
how would i

what is the point of art if nobody sees it? what is the purpose of a message that isn’t heard? why say anything if nobody listens? why exist if it ultimately doesn’t matter?

and i struggle with reminding myself that things don’t require a useful purpose to be loved, and that is Okay, like how technically nobody needs nutella but the world would be a dismal place without it

and perhaps insignificance isn’t a horror, because then when you do anything nobody can say “but you’re supposed to be meaningful!” because you never were to begin with
so you can just reply, “no, i’m being me” and that’s the best meaningful you can get

so here’s the thing

we’ve saying “black lives matter” seriously for a couple of weeks now and the message has been cried out for literal years

and yet, the overwhelming response seems to be “we Know, Stop Saying It :((”

and that’s frustrating

people being hurt without reason is frustrating. the hurters getting away with it is frustrating. the people who were supposed to help about it doing the exact opposite is frustrating. being ignored and being rejected and being laughed at and being forgotten is frustrating.

so no wonder people shout

just all that to say

harm can be passive

a m i n i p la y l i s t

it would be you – ben rector
so will i – ben platt
battle cry – the family crest
paper rings – taylor swift
king of anything – sara barielles

a self portrait

“don’t we look m a r v e l o u s, isn’t it g a y” – talkfine
(look colors)

oooh some beautiful people did some beautiful things lately:

look it’s weez!

evelyn seems so cool

sarah cracked me up

ahhh clara

and finally some closing notes:

  • it’s summer
  • if you look up june 13 2019 and june 13 2020 on here they’re both drastically different but about the same thing
  • it’s summer!!
  • for independence day everyone should watch hamilton and reconsider their heritage (and also donate to a charity of their choice)
  • look up juneteenth and be still for a moment
  • google baby ducks tripping over their feet
  • call enni a duck in her about page on the 27th (pls i’m not kidding)
  • summer!!
  • remember it’s june love who you love and also respect people’s pronouns
  • do something absolutely horribly stupidly childishly fun that screams summer because yes

⎯  𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 : @𝘱𝘢𝘷𝘭𝘹𝘷𝘦 🔮 * ·゚

~we’re all a little mad sometimes, jo~

sounds & silences




It is evening when he stands helplessly in the narrow light of the subway station, watching as a missed train retreats into the mouth of a yawning tunnel. A rush of warmth and motion tugs at his sleeves as the sweeping headlights, like two glowing eyes in the darkness, flash around a corner and are gone.

Numbly, he moves to the far wall, finding a bare metal bench to sink onto. Above his head, a single pigeon considers the scene, nothing more than a silhouette against the distant fluorescent lights. Someone’s abandoned backpack rests on the bench beside him, quiet and unassuming. He considers it for a long moment, thinking about something else that was abandoned, and finds the shaky resolve necessary to stand and clutch his duffel bag firmly by its leather handle. The smell of emptiness seems to follow him, clinging to his hands and shoulders as he wanders out of the station and steps into the windy night.


The bus stop is freezing, a harsh difference from the stale warmth of the subway station. A heavy sky swirls above his bent figure, gray clouds drifting listlessly between pale stars, and harsh headlights come as a welcome relief in the fear-soaked darkness. He falls in line behind a thin-faced woman and her restless toddler, the floor creaking beneath muddy shoes as he slides his bag beneath an empty seat and settles into this dim world of shaky motion. He leans his head against the window, eyes on the shifting shadows of the outside world, watching for the familiar signs. When they come into view, he stands too suddenly, nearly tumbling into the aisle as the bus comes to a shuddering stop. The ever-moving toddler stares at him as he pulls his bag from beneath the seat and staggers for the door, pushing himself into the frigid darkness without looking back.

The moon is nowhere to be found, and the air feels restless with cold whispers as he follows the well-remembered edge of the road and shivers. At last, he comes to a stop, the leaning figure of a small-town church rising before him. His duffel bag is heavy in time-knotted hands as he gazes along the length of the shadowed road, stunned by the sudden realization that this is where the world feels like home.


The tall front doors are unlocked and coated with peeling paint, exactly how he remembers them. Inside, the air is still, and he slides the beam of a flashlight across red-backed pews, artificial plants, dusty carpet, stained-glass windows. He moves softly, hardly daring to breathe as he follows the center aisle towards the pulpit like someone lost. When he reaches the front row, he pauses, surprised at the sight of a small Bible sitting open on the pew. The thin pages flutter as he reaches for the book, aiming his flashlight at the red-inked words and reading with a slow thoughtfulness. After a long moment of consideration, he tucks the orphaned book beneath his arm and turns away.

At the front of the sanctuary, he lifts his light in another sweeping motion across the room and freezes. In the outside ledge of a gold-stained window, something moves. Stricken man and startled nighttime creature regard each other, both gripped by the suddenness of the moment, neither willing to be the first to move.

The bluejay spreads uncertain wings and disappears into the night.


He smiles a little to himself, switching off the flashlight as he leaves the sanctuary and follows a well-worn pattern of hallways to a tiny office. The creak of hinges in the lightless room makes him a little colder as he closes the door behind him, letting his heavy bag fall to the floor at last. The office is lined with bookshelves, beloved words that he used to endlessly devour, covers left to collect dust for a half-decade. Shame lingers in his throat as he rifles through his belongings and rolls a sleeping bag out across the unevenly carpeted floor. 

Unable to make himself sleep, he crosses the room to a single window and regards the shifting darkness. The moon has made itself known, nothing more than a narrow curve of silver between the clouds, nonetheless brightening the sprawling forests beneath its gaze. In this new light, the beginnings of a snowfall appears, soft gray flakes spiraling from the sky to settle upon every unassuming rooftop. He rests his hands against the cobwebbed windowsill and feels a sudden peace. Tomorrow, there will be the world to reckon with, but tonight there is only this forgotten little room and the snow-draped night.

some of the best people to breathe and no i’m not biased

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mmm.  do you know what day it is? no? 

i dIdN’t tHinK sO


i’ve been staring at this screen for like, almost all of today– either doing school, crying over how beautiful lauren lopez is, passively aggressively creating and deleting new posts, shaking my fist at how beetlejuice was robbed, or agonizing at how i’m doomed to be forever alone in the world. just some casual activities, to be contemplating one’s future at an age where nothing about that one person or the future is certain. fun stuff. 

but then i had the bright idea of making it even more fun by fanpersoning over some (because i can literally never shut up) of my favorite people online for like a minute or two. not super long, just long enough for everyone reading to be absolutely convinced that i’ve gone mad and to do the sensible thing and run away.

and now, in no particular order, here it is. have fun.



gracie chick @ a light in the darkness

OKAY GIRL WHERE DO I START? likeeeeeee gah you’re involved in so many important efforts and you’re out here getting ready to do ted talks and take the stage and bring a lot of issues to the table for discussion. you’re passionate about being a catalyst for change and you never fail to remind people that the younger generation is more than capable of doing good that lasts, which you are living proof of. you’re also such a fun person to talk to about pretty much everything, and leaving a conversation with you is always refreshing. also, for some wild reason i can’t understand, you still think my work is good like whut? ahem, in so many words, we stan, and i can’t wait to see where you go and how you get there, you utterly amazing person. 

bayance @ bayance

hello! bay! now that i’ve gotten your attention PLS GET ME OFF THE BLACKLIST I DO NOT MAKE PEOPLE CRY BY BEING ANGSTY AND WEIRD AND THEREFORE ALL YOUR ACCUSATIONS ARE FALSE but with truth, with a lot of truth, i sincerely love your work and your voice and your wonderful, unique, outstanding grandma self. all your posts have the ability to stun me into seriousness or crack me up hilariously, which i think is amazing. i feel so bad for you everytime you share an embarrassing story and then i feel so happy to know you exist literally every single time you’re around. despite following different faiths, your devotion to yours really inspires me in mine, which i think is so cool, just like you.

amie @ amie anne

my one problem with ames, a queen of comedy, the creator of shirley, a wonderful person to talk to and hang out with? probably that due to my admittedly shorter stature (especially in relation to hers) every single time i try to be a tough, kickbutt, fatale jo, amie immediately just pats my head and goes something like “aw youse adorable woodstock”. which is tRuE, but still. but that’s literally the only thing because amie is one of the few people i can hold an hour (or two) long conversation about literally anything and just look forward to sharing minds and hearts and thoughts over all the topics. amie knows what she’s talking about, and more than that, she just knows. she combines life blogging with lifestyle blogging really well and also her makeup post was amazing, stop sleeping on it. (ALSO AMES I AM STILL A SLYTHERIN. *little woodstock trying to cross their arms expression*)

rose @ wingeddoglibrary (on instagram)

okay look rose is amazing and i will be prepared to fight anyone who tells me otherwise so please do not try. beside the facts that her book photos are amazing, her book recs in general are solid, and her thoughts on stories and fiction are so well thought out and deep, just rose in the entirety of her character and her work is so rich and full and just so, so much fun to talk to and share thoughts with. she’s not afraid to stand up for people who still aren’t appreciated in our society and i admire both her stance on a lot of things and her way of expressing said stance. rose also falls into the “dear heAvens they’re so talented and kindhearted and funny and brave WHY in the world are they talking to me” group that i will never understand, but i’ll definitely take any day with. if i go into further detail i might talk my head off and i probably already have been talking my head off, but rose. you’re wonderful. i’m glad we met via this fascinating platform. that is the post. (yes i have a lofi crush and please accept that because honestly i can’t imagine who wouldn’t) 

clara @ midnight mind

okay so like clara and i only started talking talking (like, actual talking, not just talking for the sake of talking) because i sent her a picture of one of lemony snicket’s books at the college library and then later, when i was abruptly forced to relocate, it was a letter from her and that same book from a different branch that helped me not cry so much. her wonderful self has still been there, even through a few oceans and multiple timezones away as i moved again (although i will say that for all the time you live up to your blog name, clara, i always get told to sleep first and i think that’s unfair for plant based entities such as myself). the way she weaves words and snaps them into being just like her photos is outstanding, and i have cried more than once because of her posts from sheer goodness. i love her work so much and i think more people should be aware of its wonderfulness okay okay i’ll shut up


gahh there’s so many people still i wanna mention (rhi [JASON MUST BE PROTECTED AT ALL COSTS], zander [i sleep healthyish okay], enni [again because who else slides down the stairs in a laundry basket?? iconic], meredith [i’m so sorry for not responding in time and also you are so cool] and weez [all the collabs we planned… *hangs head in shame* my most sincere apologies, just to name a few) but if i kept talking i’d bore you if i haven’t already. so instead of me hogging the appreciation day, please drop your favorite bloggers, instagrammers, and cool online people below, cause it’s fun and also any love spread is wonderful.

i’ll… i’ll go explain my sudden boyle-style fansquealing to everyone mentioned now, okay byeeee

~and not run out of things to talk about, jo~

shut up and listen

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jo talks about movie soundtracks very personally because they have no life

gifted is the frubs. it’s both gentle and calm with little twinkling sounds while having intense cinematic crescendos mixed with intellect and thoughtful discussions, a bit of sadness and a lot of pain, a lot of wishful thinking and peace and war all wrapped up in the story of two unlikely people who become family. it sounds and feels just like him, and i regret not telling him that on the long drives between campus and walmart, where he’d inevitably ask me if the guy at the library talked to me and i’d whack him with an empty candy bar wrapper.

ladybird is the one and only tess. it captures jaunty, fun, good-to-be-alive vibes with bittersweet, heartaching tunes to what growing up and having to deal with so much of the world’s nonsense on top of personal angst is like. it’s classic at times, punk rock at others, lofi and hifi and screaming and quiet, an ever changing entity that exists with its character. it’s the muted backdrop to a vivid life, it’s messy in a beautiful way, it’s tess and i hope her narrative proves to be richer and fuller than anyone can try to imagine with songs from another character’s life.

many beautiful things is bun, little whispers from past dreams, continuous rippling piano that invites peace. when you close your eyes you see a small cafe almost completely covered in ivy on the far side of town, “we’re open!” sign hanging on the freshly painted door, chairs neatly arranged, old classics lying around like friends waiting to be picked up. someone spins their hair into a knot, sipping a little latte as they lose themselves in another book. it’s full of both eagerness and tired smiles, sacred worship and playful dancing, singing of a better time that’s bound to come soon, if at all. it’s the little known story of the woman who will not be silenced, and it’s amazing.

the little prince is enni, so many thoughts being woven together, seeking an order to all of the ideas and hopes and dreams, all of the goals and attempts and dedication. it’s fun, it’s studious, it presents an ebb and flow to unbridled creativity and thinking, and it’s something you start listening to out of curiousity and end up staying to pay attention to, because the story it has to tell is so deep and full and demands an audience to its developing message. it speaks of a person who isn’t afraid to think, but shares those special, wild thoughts to just the few who understand enough to appreciate. i’m grateful to be a witness to enni’s mind, and i can just imagine how far it’ll take her.

inside out is rebekah, and the variety of moods in it just adds to the complicated beauty of growing up. it’s swirly and varied and full of a bubbling, shimmery sound that speaks to the existence of beauty in the world, an invitation to explore life and the workings behind it. it’s playful, it’s childlike, it’s invigorating, it’s serious, it’s sad, it’s somber. i hope the spark of being a kid and doing silly little things never dies, rebs, and i just know that your grasp on life will reach heights i can only hope to watch in awe.

as for everyone reading this now,

bring on the monsters seems to fit pretty accurately to all of the current chaos

anyway this was fun. i might do it again.


~cause we’re usually about to die, jo~

when it’s dark, look for stars

persona holding star near the window during sunset

let it be known that despite popular opinion, i occasionally think about things of a slightly higher caliber than angsty fanfics and how upsetting the entirety of the God’s not dead trilogy is. 


granted, do i let this serious jo come out to discuss important deep topics and sound like they know what they’re talking about?

of course not!

is it there nevertheless?


i mean, i hope so.

why am i talking in especially big words that you won’t see unless you go to the actual site? concentrate jo.

*stuffs not-helpful jo down the trash*

this is pretty much what amie has to deal with on an almost daily basis, so why she let me sign up to help her spread the word for her blog re-launch i genuinely do not know. (sorry nova.)

ames is possibly one of the coolest girls i could’ve ever met both off and onscreen, and like, she awesome?? straight up?? i don’t think i’ve ever had small talk with ames– every time we’ve started out with a mundane topic like the weather, it always spirals down into something like faith or feminism or how important the arts are in a world like this one. which i think is something rare and should be protected at all costs. i can shoot straight with amie and she will spill the hot tea on my work in all analytical honesty, and i love that. i love that i can ask her unfluffy, hard questions and she’ll answer it, and when the conversation is over, it’s like we both walk away strengthened, the whole iron sharpens iron thing.

(if you haven’t noticed, amie is on my ready to die for list. that list is rather short.)

so because this is a day late and boiii it’s been a weird time to be alive, so enjoy and go check out amie’s blog. she has a giveaway and some great written and filmed content out there and her *clap* work *clap* is *clap* simply *clap* wonderful. 😀


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how would you describe yourself in three words? 

This is a really hard question. To describe a personality in three words, is so hard, because a personality is very large. Regardless of this, I think I would describe myself as loyal, deep, and artistic. 

would you consider yourself a feminist and why?

Wow. How to say this? How about I take one of Emma Watson’s quotes. “If you stand for equality, then you’re a feminist, sorry to tell you.” I stand for equality.

what’s an unlikely thing that you’re especially passionate about?

I’m am especially passionate about the fact that “Gone with the Wind” destroyed history. There is nothing historically correct in this retelling of the Atlanta campaign and the Southern culture. I should stop before I start ranting about it. XD And I’m also really passionate about talking to old people and learning from them. 

where do you go to calm down?

Oh, what a good question. I often get emotionally riled up, and as much as I try to look very calm on the outside, I’m not. I’ll play music, light a candle, write, process in silence, read the Bible, or write a blog post. I usually stay in my bedroom when I’m upset. Once I totally understand what I’m feeling, I’ll often go and talk to someone about it. Basically give in to a rant. XD

if you could change anything about this year, what would it be? 

My first response of coronavirus, but the virus has been able to make me grateful for some decisions that my parents and I made in the past few months. I honestly wouldn’t change anything, because if I did, I probably wouldn’t be sitting right here, right now. 

when did you begin to start creating content, and what made you decide to pursue it? 

Online content? In 2017. But I was creating magazines way before that. I think I started my magazine in 2015, and I would send it out to my penpals. I would write short stories, family updates, and interviews in the magazine. 

what made you first decide to blog? is there any favorite first moment you remember from that experience?

So, my magazine was getting too expensive to print and mail out to all the people I wanted to keep updated. So I made the magazine into a writing magazine, with a subscription. Unfortunately at the beginning of 2020, I had to end that magazine, but in order to keep everyone to stay in touch with my family, I started a family blog. But after a month or so, I realized I couldn’t post my thoughts or writing on the family blog, so I started one for myself. My favorite first moment? I remember the big deal when I reached 50 subscribers. I think I did a Q&A, and it was just such a big deal. I was grinning from ear to ear. XD That was so long ago. *pats little Amie* 

how do you think blogging has shaped you as a person, and do you think it is a good learning experience to have? 

Blogging has helped me learn dedication and scheduling, as well as just opening the world for me. I’ve met so many people through the platform, and by writing things out for others to understand, I’ve been able to understand them myself, not to mention the technical side of keeping up a blog. I do think it’s a good learning experience. I honestly think trying anything new is a good experience. Sure, it might not be for you, but you know how to do it and how to help others if you need to. 

what’s something you want people to know about you that they keep getting wrong? 

You see, I don’t really listen to what others say about me. Sometimes it hurts for awhile, but I write a post to myself about why it’s not true, or why it is true, and why I should change or embrace that fact. People that I talk to often don’t make assumptions about me, and for that I’m very thankful. Even on social platforms where everyone is known for “something,” I’ll ask people, and they don’t know. Apparently I’m just me, and so I’m very thankful. 
But one thing I can think of is this. My name is A M I E not A M Y and Anne is spelled WITH an E. Thank you. 

what’s your idea of a good, healthy relationship?

Where both parties in that relationship feel safe and heard. They don’t have to walk on eggshells, and can dive into conversations on hard topics they disagree on without worrying that in disagreeing, they will end up being hurt. Because they respect, honor, and love each other. As well as having quite a bit of fun in the process. 😉 

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i have a little project in the works that’s (hopefully)‌ gonna be announced in a few days, so i have nothing else for you XD



sends you to amie’s blog with a snap of my fingers

~we can talk all night, and not run out of things to talk about, jo~

amie wrote a thing you guys and it’s simply wonderful

“Though the sex to which I belong is considered weak you will nevertheless find me a rock which bends to no wind.” The women who spoke those strong words was the one who gave the English empire a place on the map. Queen Elizabeth the first, one of the four queens in the 1500s to rise up […]

Women of History: Queen Elizabeth I — Amie Anne

hello, hello, it is a beautiful time to be a woman.

*displays this*

amie wrote this.

it is amazing.

go tell her so.

go go go go

~you can try but i’m unbreakable, jo~

isabel why

*no featured image? why jo you heathen*

so anyway isabel tagged me

she’s an awesome person to read, but she tagged me


so here we go. 🙂

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1. Koalas or baby otters?


2. Can you describe your aesthetic with a one-sentence-long story?

slightly stale memes, basketball shorts and too big shirts, diving into a murky lake, hairties on wrist, dslr hanging out, nerd glasses, big headphones—- wait it’s a story

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man, i was really getting into the mood there.


once, someone found that they could fly, but they had to close their eyes, and when they woke up there was pizza what even is this i failed goodbye

3. Do you like writing snail mail letters?

i loveeeee them. me and chloe and a few other friends write them, but since i moved i haven’t gotten any. *curses international postage system* humanity has failed me

4. Have you seen High School Musical? Rate it on a scale of pathetic to fabulous.

uhhhhh i’ve seen the series. i v a g u e l y remember watching it? it’s decent, but we all have to agree that efron’s hair game is seriously unrealistic

how is that shiny mop staying on his head

5. Do you have a favorite middle grade book?

oh snap. i like, just got back into reading, so like,,, i’ve forgotten. there was a really good one that was on the tip of my tongue. maybe finding perfect? idk?

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6. What is your favorite part of blogging?

the virtual insanityyyyyyy i kid, i kid. talking to people and just being able to let stuff out.

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7. What’s something that makes you smile?

oof. idk. i wasn’t having the best morning today so i was watching some starkid tries to explain a movie badly videos and it cheered me up considerably so. small little things ftw

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8. Do you like pickles?

my love

my life

my own


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actually, that used to be my nickname when i was 11, because harvey’s had these fried pickles and i was a huge sucker for them, so the day my sister had to leave for college at the end of winter break, we had some burgers and i was like PICKLES and then my sister left and i felt depressed and then she texted and said hiiii pickles, so occasionally she still calls me that

i’m sorry, what was the question again?

9. Do you have a favorite pen / why is it your favorite?

jess left me her teal brush pen! so i’ve been marking everything that looks boring to read. subsequently, a lot of my books are teal.

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10. Do you like filling out tags / awards?

i mean, too much of anything can get old except chaos, and i find that tags are basically inviting me to break the rules of grammar and human stability, so, i mean, yeah. *i don’t know why we call them awards they’re like tags just dressed up*

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sooo my questions, which, please answer in the comments but specifically tess, weez, and kenechi:

  1. do you know the muffin man
  2. what are those
  3. would you have dropped your croissant
  4. is it leVIOsa or LEviosaaaaaaaaa
  5. is life one giant musical?
  6. explain a film plot very, very badly
  7. opinions on the we-secretly-live-in-a-matrix theory
  8. what would you want past you to know about present you
  9. what is your daemon? (spirit animal for you sad non his dark material people)
  10. how are we feeling about dr. who


*weak jazz hands*

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so some stuff that nobody cares about but i can’t resist throwing in anyway because i’m petty

school nasty. very nasty. beat the system, children.

currently having two neurodiverse breakdowns because they told me i had problems, they didn’t tell me how to solve them

his dark materials? *chef’s kiss* i mean, lin manuel miranda is in it. (although i’m willing to bet the books are better)

the star war announcements?? people are getting hyped? is disney actually gonna let some originality over their nice kirkland rule over entertainment? *shooketh*

speaking of the falcon and the winter soldier show? OKAY? THEY ACTUALLY TALK? WHAT IS THIS

y’alllll i have to lead music for church. putting aside my angst about faith, this is hard. like, i have to sing. and play guitar. anyway everything’s a sad puddle of pity and awkwardness. send help, preferably an already experienced worship leader who can keep to the beat of whatever our drummer has, because i swear, that guy is on another level of percussion

oh, i’m apparently also writing some things. idk why but they’re on a doc, they’re trash, they’re getting worked on, and they might be published. *shrug* speaking of who’s doing nano in april talk to me

is that it? that’s it.

stay alive and be kind. go forth and do the things.

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but not THAT thing do you want a bomb to EXPLODE

~paul? paul? PAULLLLLLLLLLL, jo~

legit nobody’s asking you to make them eat your dust, jan, that’s inhumane

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you know those people? right?

i feel like we see them on the blogsphere a lot. or the gramsphere. the internet, let’s leave it at that.

they’re clean, they’re urban, they’re professional, they have paid domains and 14 dollar themes, with unique logos and fancy script fonts and they’re oh so dedicated to making everyone see how amazing Jesus is and how He can solve all of life’s problems and they talk about living joyfully and awesomely and being a bad-butt-kicking warrior for the Lord and they put out devotions for how to rise to the top while everyone cowers before you in their thousands of subscribers email lists. they’re bold, so bold, order-polynesian-sauce-instead-of-traditional-chikfila bold.

they’re the deal. hot stuff. they know it. i know it. you know it. everyone on blogger knows it.

they’re so.. unbothered. they’re good and they know it. they don’t care about the hate, they don’t care about the negativity.

they don’t care about anyone they might trample on the way. and if they do, they make sure to very professionally cut them off from their lives, because they can’t handle that toxicness invading their space. (or they ghost them completely.) which is aWeSoMe because it’s TOTALLY being self-aware. they’re so willing to do the right thing, even if it’s hard.

bad-butts. (oh no i swore.)

and they use Jesus like… i don’t know. like He’s this amazing epic person that delivers people from everything and people who are having hard times don’t have enough faith like they do. we’re sorry your family yells at 10 at night, let’s have this post about how to channel God’s blessings into your life.

effectively, they fully intend to change the world and a few planets on the side with the power of their brand.

everyone is bonkers for them. it’s all “you have such a big platform and you’re so amazing and you really care about writing and God and ahhh i wanna be like you you’re so epic”

and they’re like “i know.”

*swoosh hair*

i mean, weird flex, but okay?

(before i continue please note that i’m not trying to shade professional bloggers or people on the internet that have big platforms about things such as religion and lifestyle and writing. i respect too many people to do that and that’s not my goal in this post. not that i had a goal but that’s not the point.)

here’s my question for these people.

are you happy?

really, are you happy with all of this? with making yourself into a brand? with selling your faith as an instant path to joy? with liking a million comments that all look the same? making sure every picture on the grid has the exact same preset?

that’s more than one question. oops.

because i beg to differ.

actually, i’m not begging. i’m differing.

see, i write trash on a daily basis, so if everyone reading this particular conglomeration thinks it’s terrible, i would totally agree. i think and do dumb things, and i’ll do my best to apologize for something that’s really hurt someone. (pleeeease don’t jinx this jo) my heart bleeds on this blog. it is not perfect. it is not typical. it defies a lot of the rules of having a good brand.

but when i see a comment saying that what i wrote captured how they felt.. i feel that. and i feel allowed to poke into people’s hearts a bit and let them feel like there is someone they can relate to. because they totally can. it’s a way to share feelings not just from me, but to everyone reading.

we’re meant to connect, not elevate.

how do you connect with a perfect theme? how do you connect when all you talk about is being efficient and productive and so darn happy? how do you live with yourself knowing that you see life as a competition and everyone around you are either your devoted followers or your sworn enemies?

Jesus cried, too, y’know.

you don’t have to pick a fight all the time. you don’t have to feel like you need to be better all the time. you can be real.

aw, what am i saying? i’m gonna eat my words tomorrow, i think.

(especially because there’s a million bloggers out there with amazing content that’s also awesomely aesthetic and i fully support that and i really really don’t mean to be that person saying instagram is a trap!!! because honestly, isn’t everything?)

be real. whatever that looks like for you. do something you’re passionate about, write what makes you scream with excitement.

and play nice.

because there’s a whole crowd of people listening to you and in the end, it’s the community that makes a blogger. and a human. and just.. yeah.

i’ll shut up now.

~okay, that doesn’t make sense, but you know what i’m trying to say, jo~

i never what now

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this is merie’s doing, not mine.

also i haven’t written obsessively in like weeks now, drat. i’ll change that eventually, but enjoy this madness for now.

Never have I ever…

… started a novel that I didn’t finish.

have you seen my google drive

have you

… written a story completely by hand.

i’m assuming you haven’t seen my notebooks, either.

… changed tenses midway through a story.

you probably haven’t seen my writing, period.

… not researched anything before starting a story.

*deletes search history*

… changed my protagonist’s name halfway through a draft.

this is a call out post isn’t it

… written a story in a month or less.

*the a’s and b’s of normal* my one good thing in my nonexistent writing career

… fallen asleep while writing.

aw come on, i looked noble dozing off, didn’t i?

… corrected someone’s grammar irl/online.

i’m a nerd.


it’s my job.

i think.

… yelled in all caps at myself in the middle of a novel.

ain’t it a total shame “AHHHHH” doesn’t count as “noteworthy reading material”? pfft.

… used “I’m writing” as an excuse.

it is nOt an eXcUSE it’s TRUE

… killed a character that was based on someone I know in real life.

i detest murder

… used pop culture references in a story.

what am i SUPPOSED to do, write like normal people?

… written between the hours of 1 a.m. and 6 a.m.

don’t judge me i have a hard life

… drank an entire pot of coffee while writing.

they have 5 hour energy shots nowadays. so.

… written down dreams to use in potential novels.

nobody needs to read the time i had to fight in the hunger games but the hunger games was in the set they used for gladiator and right when i had to choose my weapon the matrix glitched and i was a video game character in wreck it ralph

wait actually–

… published an unedited story on the Internet/blog/Wattpad.

stop convicting me you horrid line of letters

… procrastinated homework because I wanted to write.

*looks at algebra 1*

*looks back at the camera like i’m on the office*

… typed so long that my wrists hurt.

my wrists are indestructible

… spilled a drink on my laptop while writing.

they made me get a water resistant laptop for this very reason

… forgotten to save my work/draft.

this is why i only have one google drive and not 3

… finished a novel.

is that honesty i smell

i don’t like it

take it away, it BURNS us

… laughed like an evil villain while writing a scene.

my sister chatting with her boyfriend during the last week of july can confirm

… cried while writing a scene.

how DARE you i don’t cry

*oh nyooooooo she discovered her tragic past, poor caseyyy*

… created maps of my fictional worlds.

i was trying to draw a brain, it ended up looking like a coffee bean, this is why i don’t draw

… researched something shady for a novel.

i asked the nsa agent and they won’t let me answer that, sorry :/

oh, did i say i haven’t been writing obsessively? i lied. i’m sorry. enjoy this snippet from a series i will never work on

“You’re broken.” He smiled. “I like that about you.”

“One of my more redeemable traits, is it now?” She glanced at her fingers, thumb flicking off the dried blood on them.

“I always love finding new projects to restore.” He smiled, although to say it was a smile on his face would be speaking too kindly of him. “I’ll enjoy you.”

Hands laced around a gun.

The girl laughed.

“Aw, don’t you wish.”

She pulled the trigger, and he slumped over.

“It’s too bad I can’t be fixed. Really a shame.”

The girl walked over, tucking the gun into the man’s cold hand.

“But hey, I enjoy doing to others what they would do to me.”

She walked away, the door softly closed behind her. Wouldn’t want to wake the neighbors up after all. Wouldn’t want to cause a scene.

Hasn’t anyone ever told you good girls don’t cry?

don’t ask me where this came from i don’t know

i just realized i employed murder in this scene.


~the words you keep erasing and creating in your mind, jo~

ps. y’all the best of blogging awards is up for voting and too many people nominated me so go forth and vote for the other people, they’re amazing and deserve attention wait this wasn’t related byeeeeee