CRYSTAL BALLIN' !

     diosa doesn’t want to make accusations or something but she’s one hundred percent sure she’s heard this from rafi before. like, not to point fingers! but someone said it. and that person was one hundred percent rafi. not naming names, though. “   huh…..i swear i’ve heard that before.   “ 

     yeah, because rafi said it. still, diosa stirs the green straw through her pale pink drink, paying no mind to the flourishes of bright red seeping around in the cup. wonder what that’s all about.

     “   i know you’re being serious! you would never say something just to say it, would you rafi? – mm…..it depends. why, you got somethin’ for me?   “ 

    if she wasn’t beaming before, she sure is now! not only because diosa takes her word for the now claimed fantastic summer but because she does have something for her. is it tangible? not exactly, but an invite by word of mouth is better than nothing.

     ‘ my birthday party is this weekend! you don’t know how geeked i’d be if you came. ‘ she explains just as upbeat as usual. ‘ i don’t have anything for you today but there’s gonna be cake! drinks, food, all our moots will be there! everyone from callie to lonnie to shun, so many characters, right? whaddaya say? ‘

     ‘ i think this summer is gonna be the best one yet. like, ever. ‘ oh, dearest rafi you say this every summer. then again if there’s really some thought put into it, is she lying? no! never! not miss da rocha and well, she has a point. summer usually is pretty great because no school, beaches are open, parties are starting, grills are firing up, what’s not to love? unless you hate the sun and fun or even worse, fun in the sun.

      ‘ i wish there was like, mtv cribs for witches, ‘ an interesting but definitely valid concept to dream out loud. ‘ i wouldn’t wanna be any episode but either the pilot episode or season finale. ‘

It’s been six years and I look back on some old partners like ’…oof.‘

  “Ah. Yeah. Guess it’s that time of year again huh?“ This season was always complicated for Zora. Especially since they didn’t really partake in a particularly horrific day, or the celebration of a figure’s birth. The traditions that they were familiar with were much less widely acknowledged so going with this…narrative for the next month or so was going to be a little tiring, if they were going to be honest.

“And I have NOTHING to wear! There’s no time!” The same red dress two years in a row? Preposterous! “But it’s almost time for gingerbread cookies!”

❝Ugh, then it’s the New Years.❞ Finally graduating and… Then, well, he didn’t know, actually. Graduating and working. Nothing much would be changing, except for some freed up time. That sounded terrifying, though. ❝Don’t make me think about the future! Also, like, don’t make me think of the holidays. Everyone’s soooo serious about it? I wonder if conservatives will get mad at Starbucks cups, this year.❞

magic sentence starters! / @transformationpen

      she stands up with her eyes narrowed slightly in thought, correcting her posture from leaning against the register counter. she’s absolutely stumped! that’s such a good question, one she used to think about quite often, in fact. you see, the life rafi lives now wasn’t always the one she had. the days filled with seeing her best friends who have her best interests at heart, an engaging home environment, a loving boyfriend, and two little weenie dogs trailing right behind her like ducks that have imprinted? they weren’t always the case. 

      childlike wonder never lasted long for rafi. it wound up paving the way for an adolescence and early adult years racked with bleakness and various traumas. at times, she did think she was cursed, wondering if there was some sort of karmic or magical backdraft coming back on her in the form of being alone in every way she could think of. maybe it trickled down from her grandmother and aunts and she was to pay the price? their tampering with the boundaries of life and death coming back tenfold on their prodigal daughter, for her to have an empty life, to pour out efforts like water into others with holes in their hands. what a life, right? what a curse to hold, to break.

magic sentence starters! / @purplelieswithgarneteyes 

     ‘ i am not laughing, ‘ she reaffirms verbally. ‘ i am not laughing at this, at all. ‘

     the lies! she is laughing, though it’s more like snickering as she bows her head to hide the way her face is contorting past the dense curls of her hair. who needs curses or hexes when you can in fact, drop a house on a bitch. jezebel’s unending wisdom never ceases to amaze rafi for a second.