#my planner

[atruegift]

My first post of 2025 and my first post in a very long time! Maybe I'll start being more active in this site, maybe haha 😅

Introducing what hopefully will be my most used journals of 2025. My daily planner and my reading journal 🍓🫶🏻

[blue-bujo]

Having a week off has meant a very nice chunk of time to spread out the setup for my new planner. It has also meant a gigantic mess that I now have to clean up.

[arts-and-chaos]

It’s been a while since I put more effort into a spread in my planner. Since February is my birthday month, and my 30th to boot, I decided to have some fun with soot sprites!

I know this will change a little as the month goes on and I need less writing room. But I love this so much so far!

[hwestalas]

On the anniversary of the destruction of Boromir's Bane, I would like to honor him:

This is set sometime in the first couple weeks of the Quest, at sunrise, as the Fellowship sit around their little campfire in a small hollow after a long night of marching. The other Hobbits are probably blowing smoke rings with Gimli and the leaders, but Pippin is still a tweenager, so he dozed off on the biggest person present.

(The grass on the horizon represents the rim of the hollow, and the white thing right below his belt is supposed to be the Horn in his lap. I did my best with the straight-on perspective on his legs, but I was in way over my head and it shows. Body proportions are also off, but live and learn!)

Note on this and future art posts that look like ink on cardboard:

A few years ago, I discovered a planner that not only helps keep track of the wide world of practicalities, but contains not one, not two, but FOUR blank cardboard surfaces! I've gone through about ten, and the majority of those forty-odd surfaces are covered in fan art.

I generally sketch the drawing in pencil, then trace it with gel pen. I could never draw humanoid anatomy accurately (or, as in this case, at least recognizably) without a lot of trial and eraser.

Anyway, this is the first drawing from the planner where I chose a theme of LOTR examples of the Four Loves in C. S. Lewis's book. The first one he calls "Affection." It refers to the bond that forms through familiarity, whether or not you have anything in common. The most iconic example is the love between parents and children, or siblings, or other relatives; but it can form between any people who spend a lot of time together.

I figured it fit with a huge Man and a tiny Hobbit who went on a journey together and ended up ready to die for each other. Also, I just wanted to draw that size difference! People who look (or are!) wildly different, but are close anyway, is the cutest thing. ^_^

[bujobby]

golden brown & mushrooms theme this week to indulge in the pre-fall wistfulness 🍄

[auraswatercolors]

The first week of the semester: the beginning and the end

[zipsunz]

some of my favorite pokémon 💕🌈

[islandgirlacnh]

You know you’ve had a busy day when your AC friends comment in it!

[deeeens]

01.01.2023 23:41 + I NEVER posted it.....

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

A procession of confessions.

[First] Prev <–-> Next

[aomiba]

haven’t been on this app in years, just got back into it and hey wow i love artists

✸ i got this hobonichi techo while in japan last october and have been using it as a daily sketchbook! here's the first week atop some photos from my trip :')

bonus: little ceramic/digital cauli baby in the gif

also hello i forgot how customizable you can make posts on here?? :O

also2 i usually go by @assetragon but the name is unavailable because i made an account a long time ago and got locked out, rip

[sanska]

Ariadne explaining how to navigate the labyrinth (and after) to Theseus. It’s important, she’s committing treason for you Theseus, don’t look at her like that.

[blue-bujo]

Last week in my Weeks. I typically don't use stickers this big, but I like how they fill out the pages. Would do again.

Fountain pen: Pilot Kakuno, F nib

Ink: Ferris Wheel Press Roaring Patina Black

Stickers: Stickii Club

Other: Zebra mildliners

[inkskinned]

yesterday while feverish i wrote about how boats can moor next to each other like pigeons, cooing with the gentle rap of water against their hull. you once said that that the way i see things - birds in the water, feathers in marina paint - was "childish and naive." you said i'd been misdiagnosed - "it can't all be adhd. you might be just kind of stupid and lazy."

i still do certain things like how you taught me - turn the pillow case inside out before putting it on. drive defensively. hate myself entirely.

the prompt for this poem is "mahler's fifth." i wish it wasn't, but mahler's fifth was our song. it ended up in my book. every person that knows your name has promised me they'll give you one swift rabbit punch, right to the face. dean read the book and showed up on my front porch, drenched in sweat from running the 8 miles at 4 in the morning. he was shaking. pacifist and gentle - he works with children - i'd never seen him furious. a punch isn't going to do it, he said, and then said i'm sorry. i had to come to see if you were okay.

mahler's fifth was mine first, like my girlhood. i like the way each movement piles onto the next movement, each instrument bleeding into the next. i like the horn version the best. before i met you, i danced to it on grass still-wet from sprinklers.

later you would tell me that the way you heard it was somehow better. you understood something in it that i couldn't quite wrap my fingers into. once, on our anniversary, you asked the classical music radio station to play it for us. we missed hearing it because we were fighting. one of the things people get wrong about abuse is that sometimes victims are, like, brutally aware of the stupidity of our situation. what do you mean that you thought i wasn't good enough for you? you? you're just... nothing.

sometimes people can pull the poetry out of your life. i watched my words become clothesline, and then thin out into kite twine. i watched you chew through every good syllable of me. so many good songs and places and moments were ruined. i am glad you didn't like most of my music - less to tie back to you.

but still mahler's fifth. the music swells, and i am 21 and throwing up in a bathroom on my birthday. a woman i will later refer to as lesbian jesus runs a cool hand down my back, her perfect pantsuit starch-pressed. she told me to leave you. she said - and this is true, and not an invention of rhyme or fantasy - i'm you from the future.

i am 22, and i got home from an award ceremony, and i remember you telling me - you act so proud of yourself when you're actually so fucking embarrassing. i took you to disney world. you took my virginity. i gave up visiting spain for a week with my family - i instead choose you, to spend the time just-cuddling. you called it "our fuck week." the music swells. it probably should have been a red flag that for about 3 years - i just gave up on crying. my grandfather died and you said nothing. my uncle died and you ghosted me for 3 weeks. you said i need to protect myself from your ongoing tragedy.

every so often i come back to the memory of one of our last afternoons in person. i had just told you that i wasn't going to law school, despite the free ride - i was going to join a creative writing program. master's in fine arts. i was going to finally do it - i was going to follow my dreams. this blog was already internet-famous. however reluctantly, i would occasionally refer to myself as a poet. i got into umass amherst's writing program for fiction authors. it is one of the the top 5 programs in the country.

wait are you seriously considering actually attending that? dumbfounded, you turned completely towards me in your seat. for the 3rd time in our relationship, you almost crashed the car. you actually want to be a writer?

the first time i went viral, it was for a poem i wrote about you:

he wants to say i love you but keeps it to goodnight because love will take some falling and she's afraid of heights.

every time i see that, i want to throw up. you weren't in love with me, you were in love with the control you had over me. a little truth though: i am afraid of heights. you caught a rabbitgirl and skinned her alive.

mahler's fifth still makes me sick.

give me that back. give me back music. give me back everything i had before you. give me back fearlessness. give me back bravery. give me back a scarless body.

give me back what you took from me.

[belovedapollo]

from my notion archives, all pictures are mine

reblog is ok, don’t repost/use

[bujobby]

i'm not typically a fan of blue and orange together, but these stickers were an inspiration for this week's theme 💙🤎🧡

planner: clever fox undated pro

stickers: pipsticks