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Got some prints of this made just in time for spoopy season!! Love this one

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Her I (wip)

Been working on this off and on for a zine I'm working on! Posting the most up to date version just to see if anyone has thoughts~

I light of candle. The smell of breakfast --corn bread and maple syrup. The smell of brunch dates from years past fills the room. I breathe in the scent and blow out smoke. A memory.

If I close my eyes I can hear the sound of silverware scraping across many plates. The buzzy conversation of patrons excitedly planning their weekends. More importantly, I can picture Her across from me picking at her breakfast. I pretend not to nice and look out the window.

Blue sky. Her arms wrapped around me. The first and only time I've driven a moped. We rode together, laughing, turning into an empty parking lot; that old liquor store by my former apartment. Then, nighttime. The air smells like summer.

Her face lit by battery powered candlelight. We turned them on partly to be funny, and party to obscure our naked bodies from the honesty of harsh lighting. I climb in the tub to join Her and water splashes out, drenching the floor. After our bath, we scramble to hide the evidence, feeling mischievous. It was Her mothers house after all.

Her II

381 Days ago. I pack my quiet resentment in a duffle bag with some snacks and a six pack. We drive north to a place I can't remember the name of. Only the sign for the racist carwash we saw on the side of the road. It's the peak of the Perseids meteor shower. Although, you wouldn't know, because thick clouds covered the sky like a blanket. I had said something harsh earlier that day that now I can only remember the feeling of and she was pissed that the clock hands of my life were turning without Her.

This is maybe the end but maybe it continues?

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Simply vibing ✨🐸

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Made a new frog beanie! This time with stars ⭐️🐸⭐️

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🩸 blood orange sketchbook spread 🩸

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Her I

I light a candle. It’s the smell of breakfast —cornbread and maple syrup. The smell of brunch dates from years past fills my room. I breathe in the scent and blow out smoke.

If I close my eyes I can hear the sound of silverware scraping across many plates. The buzzy conversation of patrons excitedly planning their weekends. More importantly, I can picture Her face more clearly than I can picture my own.

Her arms wrapped around me. The first and only time I’ve driven a moped. We rode together, laughing, as we turned into an empty parking lot. The liquor store next to my apartment at the time.

Her face lit by battery operated candlelight. We turned them on to be funny. I climb in the tub to join her and water splashes out, drenching the floor. After our bath, we scramble to hide the evidence, feeling mischievous. It was Her mothers house, after all.

To be continued maybe?

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Had to do some strawbs before summer ends! Putting this beanie up in my shop today. Getting ready to go full fall mode 🫡🍂

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Starting more beanies ASAP!! I have gotten some requests to do some for spooky szn so those will be coming soon! 🫡🫡

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Did you know that jackalopes are fabled to bring good luck? 🍀✨

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Testing out some wearable embroidery! I'm really obsessed with how cute this came out. I'm planning to do a few designs as we get closer to fall weather!

Each beanie is hand embroidered by me and is one of a kind. I'm going to put these up for preorder on my bigcartel :3

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Sketchbook spread ✨🌙

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continuing with the goth-ification of fairytale illustrations... this one is inspired by this: (Dugald Stewart Walker "The Peacock and the Wishing Fairy and Other Stories" 1921)

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Shoutout to all of us feeling a lil bit of climate grief and a whole lotta existential dread 😰

Edit: this lil guy is now available in my shop :’)

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There's this really vocal falcon that follows me when I go biking, likes to screech at me like I'm going to steal her lunch.

Think I'll call her Salty. Which version do you like better?

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Moving Day

The movers came late, so I drove all night. Some of my things got left behind in the interest of space. I hope someone is able to put them to use.

It was pitch black, driving down the length of Illinois, save for a giant cross illuminated with (several) spotlights. It felt like a fever dream and I only remember stopping once, but who knows. I got gas station coffee to try to keep myself alert.

I was anxious and tired but carried on. Love sat beside me with Cat cradled in his arms. We arrived at 5am. We walked around the townhouse. Felt the uneven floors. The grime left by the previous tenants. I sat in the closet and cried with Cat and asked myself what the fuck I had done. Perspective gets muddled under the weight of a long day.

In retrospect, it's hard to believe I had the courage to shed my skin like a snake, leaving it discarded and all but forgotten. I've never been known to be daring. I guess part of the appeal is that no one here knew that.

However, this city has folded me in so easily. Though she has swallowed me up, she only threatens to spit me back out on occasion. We always come to an agreement in the end.

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