My favourite indoor plants (for partial sun)

Hey guys! Welcome to yet another Shoutout Saturday, a name which I thought of in the midst of a mid-life crisis, and am now starting to think might be cheesy. Every Saturday, I like to break things up from my usual poetry game, and just talk about something that makes me happy; whether that be books, or podcasts, or, I don’t know, other things. This post is a little bit rushed, since I may or may not be writing it on the night it goes up. But, I hope you enjoy it anyway! I’m a huge houseplant gal (something I probably picked up from my job gardening—after you stare at plants for long enough, you start to get a bit fond of them.) It really helps with my mental health, having something to take care of, I don’t know–and I spend a lot of time inside working on things, so having plants to look at helps that time feel less dull and suffocating.


Peperomia are probably one of my favourite houseplants! I currently have two right now, but one I kind of messed up the watering of so, uh, let’s ignore that; that plant was having a wonderful time before she decided to die on me and actually I’m really still not sure what I did wrong; I’ve had that plant for four months now and it’s been super easy until two days ago. Anyhow, look at my peperomia ginny! Isn’t the pink variegation on the leaves so cute?

Mine have been doing all right in partial, indirect sun, near a small east-facing window. I water them about once every week; whenever the top three inches of the soil have dried out completely. I haven’t done anything to them fertilizer-wise, but they seem to be fine with that. (I read an article that said you could kill a plant if you used anything other than 10-10-10 fertilizer at 1am once, and I’ve been kind of terrified to try anything since.) I love how cute and funky these plants are; one of mine has this leaf that’s been, like, separating into two leaves? It looks super cool, and I’ve grown emotionally attached to this plant, so, yeah.

I don’t know if I’m doing it wrong, I am not a plant expert, but I love my peperomia anyhow, and hopefully it survives.

Lemon button fern

I got this bad boy from the grocery store for ten bucks–which is a steal for a plant this big–and he’s been doing great so far. (Admittedly, it’s only been two weeks, but according to some research I did lemon button ferns are some of the easiest ferns to grow, so let’s just go with that there.) I love the little dots on the fronds, and how unique this whole fern is. I grew up surrounded by lovely, wet forest, with lots of ferns naturally there, so seeing them always reminds me of long walks in the forest and, uh, having free time at all actually. I just love them all so much, I don’t know.

Come on!! Look at those little white dots!!

I’ve been trying to keep mine moist, but not soggy, whatever that means. I don’t know man, but it’s been putting out a ton of new growth of late, so presumably I’m doing it right.

Air plant

I got my air plant at a craft market in literally sixth grade. That’s four whole years ago now–which, uh, wow, can’t believe it’s been that long, but the craziest thing to me is that for two or three years, I didn’t water this thing at all. I put it by the kitchen window, so it could get all the steam whenever I boiled over a pot of spaghetti/washed the dishes with hot water, and admittedly, it didn’t grow, but it stayed alive, which I think is super impressive! So if you’re looking for a houseplant that will tolerate neglect, air plants are a great option!

For those of you who don’t know, air plants are, as the same suggested, free of any roots at all. They draw their water from the air, and naturally grow in humid swamps and whatnot. However, to stimulate that kind of environment in, yanno, Canada, I just mist it very thoroughly every two weeks or so. I know other people like to put theirs in bowls of water and whatnot, but the mist is just the simplest method for me.

I don’t know what light levels this thing is supposed to be in, but I’ve had mine in my bedroom–the same room all of these plants are in–and it’s putting out lots of new growth. I’m hoping to get it to flower, so I’ll maybe do a plant update if that works out. 🙂

This thing has moved around my house, and been in a lot of different holding situations. (Could I buy one of those terrarium things? Yes. But I’m cheap, so I won’t.) At one point in quarantine, I went through a huge terrariums phase, and made a moss terrarium as well. I used some sand I found in the shed, and some seashells I had in a wooden bowl for some reason, and some garden twine to make it look very… boho chic? I don’t know, I’m tired, I think it looks all right.

Nerve plant

My mom picked my nerve plant up for me as a surprise while she was grocery shopping, and I’m so proud of my little plant buddy! When she got it, it was in this tiny little seedling container, but recently I transplanted it into a bigger container and for, like, a two buck seedling from the grocery store, I think it looks beautiful. I mean, come on! Look at those little cute leaves! (Have I made it clear enough how much I like plants, yet?)

I’ve literally just been watering things when my plant-watering-reminder app tells me too, but according to a quick google search, nerve plants like to be watered when the top of the soil dries out, and be in a humid environment (so you should mist them now and then). Um, you learn something new every day? I remember we got one of these as a houseplant for my grandma, who has dementia, and it was horribly mistreated, and yet somehow managed to thrive for ages; so yeah, these should withstand a fair bit of neglect. 🙂

I am in no way a gardening expert–but I hope you enjoyed reading as I geek out about plants? I have no idea what the purpose of this post was, but it’s too late to go back now, so, uh, yeah. Hopefully next week I’ll remember to start writing this earlier on. Plants are difficult, but they make me so happy, and, yeah, they’re worth the effort, and the many failed attempts to me.

Lots of love,


bonfire girl

i hope you gather my cinderblock bones. strike the match, and set them all alight.

and it’s fine. it’s all right. i was going to burn eventually; my kindling lips sending sparks up into night. but i hope that you blaze with me. i hope you wonder why.

i hope you know, how you’ve hurt me. how you’ve sucked me dry. i hope you know, that i still see you in the corner of my vision; sometimes.

i hope the dreary neighbourhood grinds your soul to dust. i hope you spend years relearning what it means to trust. i hope you know that you broke me.

and i hope you give a damn. hope you learn someday, that love is not a battering ram. i hope you’re angry. because i sure am.

and i hope you lie awake at night. as the autumn leaves slowly bury you alive. and maybe then, you’ll understand what it feels like to be paralyzed. i hope you miss your shot. i hope the basement floods this winter.

i hope you rot.

i lie down in the bathtub while the shower’s still running

trigger warning: depictions of depression

you can’t do it. steam chokes my lungs. an endless stack of spiral notebooks, all filled up with half-baked dreams, and ideas, and things i must become. i kill a plant, and find a crack in my favourite coffee cup.

oh come on. you’re being pathetic. i scroll through my phone for hours; and black out at 2am. i can’t stop comparing myself, and i push away my friends.

but… it’s not like they wanted to see you anyway. i’ve been wearing this same outfit for days now. and i wish i could tear my skin out like old carpet, but i don’t know how. so instead, i chug yet another caffeinated beverage. i electrocute this wayward body into place. and i will work myself out of the abyss; i’ll do whatever it takes.

but i’m too tired to give a shit right now. so i cry when i lose my keys. i forget to make lunch, until my stomach screams; too busy drowning out my thoughts in ripped-up sheets of paper, and furious journal entries.

so i lie down in the bathtub while the shower’s still running. because i don’t think i have it in me to stand up.

i grab a hammer from the shed. and smash my favourite coffee cup.

i hope you win.

oh, you burning child prodigy. with your long, spindly fingers, slamming down on piano keys. an empty auditorium; nights without sleep.

oh, you technicolour fever dream. oh, blemishes and bruises, blooming on my skin. stretch marks and scars; my neverending sin…

oh, you masterpiece in hiding. slowly crumbling to the floor. you desperate atonement, you don’t have to hide anymore.

oh, bonfire girl. oh, shattered violin. you dutiful daughter, you loyal friend, you perfect little nightmare.

i hope you win.

Shoutout Saturday (My favourite shows on Netflix!)

To be totally honest, I’m not normally a TV person. If I want something fictional that requires a bit less effort to consume than a book, I’ll usually listen to an audio drama, and if I just want to watch something, I’ll watch YouTube.

So I’m pretty picky about these things. But despite that, these shows have made their way into my heart, and I love them all so much.

She-Ra and the Princesses of Power

Okay, so no one is surprised that this is the first item on this list. However, let me explain why I love this show so much anyway, because I love it so much.

To be totally honest with you, that’s how I feel about most cartoons. In my original draft, this whole list was literally just cartoons, but I decided to cut most of them out. If you spend any significant amount of time on the internet, you’ve probably heard about this show; especially since season five I feel like it’s become much more well-known.

But in case you haven’t heard of it, here’s a basic summary: it’s set on the magical planet of Etheria, torn up due to a war between the Horde, and the Rebellion (all the kingdoms the Horde is attacking who are not so into being conquered and destroyed; it’s kind of a dumb name if you think about it too much). Adora has spent her whole life being trained to rise through the ranks of the Horde, and become a force captain–perhaps even more–by her mother-ish figure, Shadow Weaver, who is very abusive and creepy, and manages to traumatize pretty much everyone she spends time around. She spends her days training beside her childhood best friend, Catra. Until the two sneak into the Whispering Woods, and stumble across the Sword of Protection. Long story short, Adora gets captured by the Rebellion, discovers her connection with the Sword, escapes her cult, and defects to the Rebellion, and also she’s an eight foot tall lady with really nice hair and a sword now.

I’ve probably rewatched this show at least ten times, and I have no regrets. There is… literally nothing I can think of that would improve it, at least off the top of my head, and it’s gotten me through some really tough times, so it’s just close to my heart for that alone. Literally, like, two of the characters are straight–maybe–and it’s just generally a really casually diverse show. (The characters all have different body types, skin colours, etc.) It doesn’t copy verbatim off of the 80s show–which, according my friend who watched it as a kid, is definitely a good thing–but it doesn’t discard it either. Ultimately, it’s its own show, and I love that. The characters are three-dimensional, and they all feel like real people to me.

Anyhow, it’s probably one of my current favourite shows of all time, so go check it out if you want to.

Never Have I Ever

This was a quarantine show for me, since it came out, I believe, around April? I remember, I was tired, and so, in my allknowing quarantine wisdom, I decided to binge the entire season in one night. (I finished at, like, 2am.)

A little while ago, my friend and I sat down and binged the whole thing from start to finish together, with our brains a little more intact than they were when this show came out. And, uh, yep, can confirm, it’s still good, and, although obviously not completely realistic to what being a teenager is actually like (because being a teenager is boring, and basically just involves crying a lot, having a perpetual existential crisis, and juggling 17 different responsibilities at once), the themes it explores really ring true to me, and if anything the way it’s dramatized makes it feel much more relatable.

It follows Devi Vishwakumar, an Indian-American teen girl, dealing with the death of her father, and trying to fit in with her peers. But it’s never overdone, or cheesy, and in a lot of ways pokes fun at typical tropes. She masks her feelings by trying to be someone she isn’t–going to parties, trying to find a boyfriend, and accidentally destroying any meaningful human connection she has in her life–you know, normal teenager things. It’s funny, and heartbreaking, and I love this show so much.

The Dragon Prince

And, to wrap things up, one of my other favourite animated shows! When I was a kid, I read an obscene amount of middle grade fantasy novels. As I got older, obviously I started looking for books that felt a bit older as well, but I’ve never really gotten into YA fantasy in the same way that I used to love books like Percy Jackson.

This show sort of reminds me of those books I used to escape to so often; if their essence had sort of been translated into TV show form.

It’s set in a continent divided between the magical lands of Xadia, and the human kingdoms; which are much more typically medieval. The show starts with the threat of assassin hanging over King Harrow of Katolis. His sons re told to flee, but are reluctant to do so with the knowledge their only remaining parent might die without them. Rayla, a Moonshadow elf assassin, on her first mission attempts to capture and kill Prince Ezran, the heir to the throne–and the three discover a well-kept secret, that could change the world as they know it.

This show has such beautiful art, and the character designs are absolutely immaculate. I guess it’s just one of those shows that makes you feel safe, and at home, and I love it so much.

Anyhow, I think that’s about all I have to say! I hope you enjoyed reading me ramble for ten minutes or whatever, and tune in next week for my favourite something-or-other-I-haven’t-picked-the-topic-yet.

Lots of love,