"My dad lived in Newark, so he’d pick me up on the weekends and I’d go stay with him. But since he didn’t really get along with my mom, he’d never come over to the house. Whenever his train arrived, he’d just call and I’d go to the station to meet him. But one weekend he was three hours late. I tried to call his phone but he didn’t pick up, so I assumed he wasn’t coming and left to see a movie with my friends. I guess his train showed up a few minutes later. Because my mom said he called as soon as I left. When I finally got in touch with him, we got in a big fight. He was mad that I’d gone to see the movie. He said I didn’t care about him or love him. That was on Saturday. Late Sunday night, I got up to go the bathroom, and found my stepdad and mom crying in the kitchen. They couldn’t even tell me he’d been murdered. They just said that ‘something happened to someone in Jersey.’ I asked if it was my aunt. Then my cousins. Then my grandma. And my mom just kept shaking her head. I went down the entire list of people in Jersey before getting to my dad. And with each name I said, I got more and more scared, cause I knew what had happened."
The evolution of Buffy characters and the opening credits.
Tatiana Maslany being Sarah Manning being Alison Hendrix being Donnie Hendrix.
Bow down, #CloneClub.
#can we talk about this (noun) for a moment? because THIS (SAME NOUN). (white dude #1) has never been able to (transitive verb) his (plural noun). he’s (sad adjective); he’s (sadder adjective). he (verb)ed all his life and now (white dude #2) has (transitive verb)ed his (noun) and it’s like (incoherent mixed metaphor). look at the (noun) in his (body part). you can SEE the (noun) - you can see how much this (adjective) (noun) (verb)s his (noun). (white dude #2) is (white dude #1)’s (second mixed metaphor preferably alluding to shared dark past)! THEY (TRANSITIVE VERB) EACH OTHER SO MUCH #i just have a lot of feelings
I meant to type “lipstick” and wrote “lipstitch” instead.
I think I have a problem.
You’re either cross stitching too much or watching too much Orphan Black. (Poor Gracie.)
Never mind. You can’t do too much of either.
Untitled, 2013, C-print, 91 1/2 x 71 inches
Untitled, 2014, Dye transfer print, 36 5/8 x 30 3/8 inches
Untitled, 2014, C-print, 79 3/4 x 63 inches
This image is now available as a print here.
My book of cartoons ‘You’re All Just Jealous of my Jetpack’ is available now:
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It was bad, Mama. They laughed at me.
shots fired in the beverage fandom
You either run from things, or you face them, Mr. White. And what exactly does that mean? I learned it in rehab. It’s all about accepting who you really are. I accept who I am. And who are you? I’m the bad guy.