Cookies and cuss word post-break-up care packages. IS THIS HOW I SYMPATHY?!
Can’t stop lusting over motorcycles lately. HALP
Treat yourself, it’s only fucking Tuesday.
Sometimes you’ve got to make the weather.
Cotton Candy Fever Dreams
Hand lettering in le park.
I’ve had this idea for a “People as Abandoned Places” series for a bit, and how sometimes we leave people in the same state we leave other things in life behind. So, just messing around with that I guess hah.
In process shot on the click through, for those interested.
You’ve got to.
Once, I applied and interviewed for a job at The Onion. This may or may not have been the thank you card I sent. Because, well, I think I’m funny.
Life gets twisted if you let it. Don’t let it.
"I tried to forget but you grew roots around my ribcage and sprouted flowers just below my collarbones."
Been meaning to draw something up for this. Loose sketch, practice for now.
Going to see one of my favorite PNW musicians tonight. Frankly, beyond excited. So, drew up some quick type for the occasion.
Noah Gundersen. Check him out.
The photo was taken 10 miles into Oregon on a drive up the west coast, forever ago.