
I’ve always felt like book stores contain all the mysteries of the universe. And maybe they do.

I’ve always felt like book stores contain all the mysteries of the universe. And maybe they do.

Eventually you have to tell your friends all of the stories, whether you like them or not.

A day alone on the Marine Drive Bike Path.

Glasses are the worst (to draw). Next up I’m gonna ride my bicycle every day, buy fifteen horses, and start dating a skeleton who loves to dance in a very specific style requiring exact choreography that people will easily be able to point out if I’m faking it.

Boundaries.

Just like in dating, if someone approaches me with the stink of desperation, it isn’t exactly appealing. And I accept that this defensiveness I have surrounding my time and talents may be a tad dickish, but … I’m okay with that.

I JUST LOVE EVERYONE SO MUCH, OKAY

Books With Pictures opens on June 1st. Go see them.

In June of 2014, I had what was not my first and certainly not my last suicidal period. Things were incredibly difficult, but with some help, I made it through. If you need help, it’s out there. Please, go find it. And if you can’t (and you know how to reach me), you can ask me and I’ll find it for you.
Don’t give up. Please.

Boundaries, caring, etc.