This feeling is so unsettling. I’m consumed with your thoughts to the point where I can no longer breathe. Why is it so difficult for me to just tell you that I miss you? Why is it so difficult to actually say what’s on my mind? Why can’t I just not think of you? Why do you always have to be in my head all the time?
<b>Jim:</b> They say in there's a possibility that there's exactly one murderer in every group of friends.<p/><b>Jim:</b> I think it's Carl Powers<p/><b>Jim:</b> ...<p/><b>Jim:</b> So I killed him<p/><b>Jim:</b> To make sure nobody gets hurt, of course<p/></p>
I drew these in the car because I’m a masochist like that. I’m sorry for the lack of updating I’ve been moving back and forth between states again and again to get everything from the old house to the new one just in time to leave for canada again in a couple of days so it’s been hectic af.
It was Sunday and, more importantly, the morning after my wooing of Harry. I wanted nothing more than to be nestled up beside his warm body, a tattooed arm keeping me firmly pressed against him. Instead I was trying to convince a two year old that starting preschool tomorrow was not the end of the world. Neither of us were impressed.