Soft Power for the Sacredly Strange, A Zine

Crumbs, Spoons, and Other Sacred Objects

This zine is for the girls, gays, theys, and neurodivergent babes who cast spells with odds-n-ends and forgiveness with glitter glue. Maybe there’s oracle cards in your nightstand and emotional boundaries in the palm of your hand. Creatives who don’t wait for the moon to be right—they declare it holy on the spot.

Welcome to Soft Power, a pocket-sized grimoire for the sacredly strange. A collection of spells that don’t need herbs or candles— because fuck capitalism. All you need is a toothbrush, paperclip, shame spiral, and rage-drenched whimsy.

In this beautifully chaotic spread, you’ll find:

• The Toothbrush Oracle (ask your toothpaste for guidance)

• Wormhole Giggles (tap the ground, make a portal, disappear your emotional spiral)

• A Paperclip of Protection (yes, really. Yes, it’s effective.)

• A Windchime Apology (for when you need to forgive yourself for things you didn’t do)

• The Full Stop Moon Drop (she’s always a ride or day— a girl’s girl.)

This isn’t about “fixing” yourself. It’s about loving the way your weird brain wants to believe in beauty, synchronicity, and surreal little rituals. This is a shrine to the neuroqueer survival. To emotional defiance. To glamorized chaos. To making your life feel enchanted just because you can.

So roll the dice. Pass the paperclip. Giggle near the ground.

Magic is real.

You are the spell.

And this zine? It’s the little glitterbomb you didn’t know your altar (or backpack) needed.

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Dilly Dally Diary is where crash out meets rebirth.

I’m Frankie—autistic, laid off, and finally fucking free. (Whether I like it or not.)

Here for the mess, the magic, and the making of something real:

Writing a book, illustrating my guts out, and figuring out what life looks like when it’s actually mine.

New posts when the vibes hit—or when I need to scream into the void.