get up, make tea, eat cereal, get back in bed, masterbate (sp?), sleep, do yoga podcast, scrutinize body, listen to record, get dressed, scrutinize appearance, bike, lock bike, enter coffee shop, order drink, drink coffee, consider an alternative.
smush me; I can take it.
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Oh Hey,
I can't say that I like the image of your heart getting ripped out. This is a pretty heavy entry. I guess I like the more lighthearted view of life, but I appreciate your drawing and honesty.
this is even better than i remember it. '...when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature.'
Yeah, I know this is heavy. I'm still thinking about what it's suppose to mean. Desi and I were talking earlier and I was referencing this comic as some means of explanation and I got confused; what do I mean when I rip open my chest? What am I exposing? Do I want acceptance or do I want experience... rejection? What do these words even imply? to you? to me? Just try and hurt me, because it's only going to reinforce that I'm already everything that I want.
'It's alright ma', it's life and life only'...
i loved this
Meg, Meg, Meg. I really love this. The images are perfect and harmonious. Best one yet in my opinion. Thanks for being so open and vulnerable.
I agree, this is one of my favorites.
Really guys...? That means a lot to me coming from ya'all.
Matt must not have access to the internet right now; I don't think it's EVER taken him this long to comment on my blog. Matt I painted a picture of you today. You look like jesus as portrayed by Wilem DeFoe.
y'all? (My southern accent needs some work.)
dramatics make friends, for some reason. you're pretty fucking beautiful with wings! it's snowing in denver, i might die soon, i love you.
matt, do NOT die (soon). Thanks for calling me (or my portrayal of me) beautiful.
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