21 year old aspiring artist in NYC who hates website bios
Look how happy I used to be. Last week, when my weird-ass chubby face was all scruffed.
My NEW barber and I speak the same language, and yet he doesn’t understand either.
I don’t want to have the facial hair of someone who enjoys professional wrestling.
Looking through some older iPad files.
Feel free to use me as a reaction image.
I don’t know what for, but you can.
And you won’t.
Unrelated: kids in “Chuck E. Cheese” commercials are so weird looking.
Hey 2008,
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wh-what do you mean you want your shirt back?
I forgot I had so much work to do for my “Art in NY” class that’s on Saturdays and I’m not gonna sleep writing these godforsaken Saturday essays fucking kill me lol
Yo, two months is a long time.
I need a haircut and a new shirt.
Instagram? Ha. No thanks, 2011. Lisa Frank app is where all the cool kids are.
The best picture of me ever taken.
This hat always makes me feel like a Barista at a Galactic Empire coffee shop.
“Jabba the Hutt’s Java Hut, how can I help you?
or
“Hey welcome to Death Starbucks”
