like ten years ago i drew a comic strip entitled “if the president were a moth” in which the president is a human sized moth watching the olympics and when they light the torch it flies off in pursuit of it and then two cia guys stand up and shout “MR. PRESIDENT!!!!!!!” i was really ahead of my time
I crave intimacy but I get confused and uncomfortable when I’m shown even the slightest bit of attention or affection.
when youre drawing and something is wrong but you cant figure out what it is
fun fact i knew this girl from camp who had a british accent but she wasn’t from england and then one day i went to her house and her parents didn’t have a british accent either so i asked her where she got it from because i was really confused and she told me her parents faked it until she was 7 because they wanted a child with a british accent