too many muther'uckers

i'm getting too old, too fast.

when watching mary poppins, i empathise with mr. banks

old & lazy,

stuck listening to the same magnetic fields albums

i love you the onion

i refuse to fall in love until i find a photobooth that still does these:

working on country club job that will mean my summer will resemble dirty dancing rather than skins.

i can't remember if patrick swayze is dead or not.

practicing being humble

i am a bit in love with tavi

i miss sewing machines with drawing needles already.

trying to be productive with 1 day projects and constant doodles

but the outdside is too nice

and my hands are full

but going to start doing drawings from awful sexy album covers


and akward family photographs

transparent arsehole
cut & run

i used to know html

where is that knowledge pocket?

scared of the future

nostalgia

felt tip pens

(actuallly) go

new blog, 5 months off, starting a collection.

started systematically throwing out all of my belongings, so i'm putting things in a cosy internet space.

summer of:

probably one sentance blogs

collecting conversations

making books

showing things to myself.

lists.

more blind drawings.