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I don’t usually post my editorial work, but this illustration, for this article about depression in the New York Times, was really fun to create. Thanks to AD Erich Nagler!


I don’t usually post my editorial work, but this illustration, for this article about depression in the New York Times, was really fun to create. Thanks to AD Erich Nagler!

My mouth hasn’t shut up about you since you kissed it. The idea that you may kiss it again is stuck in my brain, which hasn’t stopped thinking about you since well before any kiss. And now the prospect of those kisses seems to wind me like when you slip on the stairs and one of the steps hits you in the middle of the back. The notion of them continuing for what is traditionally terrifying forever excites me to an unfamiliar degree.

Alex Turner’s love letter to Alexa Chung  (via biggayidiot)

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I think I found the one.. BUT :(

I love him. :O.. I mean I’ve SAID that I loved someone before.. but I was so wrong. This.. is different. I’ve never felt like this before. Earlier this year I seriously felt like giving up on everything. I met him and everything changed… I changed. I’m not lazy anymore (well.. I am lol but not as much as I was) whenever I don’t want to do something or I’m about to say fuck it I hear his voice in my head saying “Baby, don’t be lazy”.. I’m so much more loving. I kiss him.. and anyone who knows me knows how big that is. I love kissing him. I feel like I never kissed anyone else cus I was waiting on him. It just felt right from the beginning. I think about him constantly. We can talk about anything for hours. I am so comfortable around him.. it’s crazy. I have never felt this comfortable with anybody. But he doesn’t have time. And usually people who don’t have time can still text you back or answer calls.. but we’ll go days sometimes not talking. If it wasn’t for the fact that both of his phones are never on silent, he takes all his calls in front of me, and he doesn’t take his phone w/him to the bathroom or anything I’d think there was another woman. I mean. I know guys are smart but I don’t think they’ve mastered the “art” of cheating yet. I know he’s making money moves so him being busy isn’t the issue. But I don’t get why he can’t just text me saying “Babe, I’ll be busy today” or respond to any of mine. His excuse was he didn’t know how to tell me anything.. because he feels bad when he makes plans and can’t come through… And it took him some time but I finally got him to start canceling instead of fucking disappearing because every time he does I get so fucking mad.  But I need that attention. And I actually feel bad for wanting it but wtf am I supposed to do? It’s like I’m trying to give you all of me and you’re only give me all of you part time. I don’t want to do me, and he does him, and we do us when we’re together. I want to do US all the time. I get you can’t see me everyday, I get you can’t answer every text or call, but I shouldn’t feel like he doesn’t give a fuck. I tell him all the time if you don’t care, that’s fine just let me go. And he won’t. I’ve begged him not to write me back after I go off because I don’t want to do it anymore.. and he’ll give me a few days then come back. He has a hold on me. No matter how much shit I talk he has me. All of me. No matter how many guys I try to talk to, he’s on my mind. I went on a “date” today.. didn’t last 30 minutes before I was missing him even more. The more guys try to talk to me the more I miss him because I realize how different he is, and how amazingly smart he is, and how no one else can make me feel how he makes me feel. I know he cares. I know he likes me. I know I’m not in this alone. But it’s hard to deal w/someone who doesn’t even have enough time to text you that they won’t be having time for you… it’s also hard to drop the person who got you to do what all the others couldn’t. Who makes you want to do better. Who is EVERYTHINGG you wanted like he was taken from your dreams. I feel like he’s the one and like we’re supposed to be together. But I just don’t want to be wrong. I feel like this post is all over the place.. but so are my feelings soI guess it’s about right smh. I miss the days when I just had sex. Sex is easy.. Love is hard. :(

Seeing an empty swing set.


When I was 5:

When I was 12:


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Pretty sure I could procrastinate myself out of dying.


I’ll die tomorrow..
Nah… maybe next week. 

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