SCRAPS & STACKS

Clippings, scribbles, stories, and stacks of things I can't stop thinking about.

A collection of ideas, observations, and things I'm still figuring out. Part scrapbook, part notebook, part love letter to creativity. Behind every project is a pile of references, half-finished thoughts, and pages of inspiration. This is where they live.

Just like that.
No curiosity. No concern. No space for emotion.
Just… figure it out.
And we wonder why so many of them turn to the streets. Why they crash out. Why they move like they’ve got nothing to lose?
Because somewhere along the way, they were taught they don’t.
— Ivy
Because there was a version of you that laughed a little louder.
That danced without thinking twice.
That had a spark.
And that version?
It’s not gone.
It’s just buried.
Go find him.
And when you do…
don’t keep it to yourself.
Reach back.
Because too many of y’all are out here silently drowning and calling it “Keeping it P”.
— Ivy