dreamed i was a runaway boy the cops couldn’t keep me cuffed for more than a few seconds i would escape to a drug store and try to kill myself off sleeping pills and seagrams because they were gonna ruin my whole summer but i failed at that i failed at waking up on time i failed at being the friend you need and not the admirer you don’t and today i will fail at getting the taste of cheap gin out of my mouth
Written in the Bones. New comic, written by Christopher M. Jones & illustrated by Carey Pietsch.
I’m hoping to have printed copies of this at MOCCA, ABPCC, and TCAF this spring, and SPX in the fall! More info to come.
Me and Carey worked really hard on this comic; if you got something from it I’d love for you to reblog it, and maybe even buy a copy from Carey when she’s in town or even if she’s not. Thanks so much for reading.
What the heck dog feelings ;(
This is almost as bad as when I read We3 in one sitting
Oh god my soul is bleeding
this is way too fucking good
Just remember me okay? Remember how terribly full you made my heart be without putting forth any real effort and know that you make the whole world feel this way
the most i could feel you liking me was when i was states away and since I’ve been back lately especially I feel like a sick boy in a hospital bed and you tell yourself you’re not touching this sick boy because of how his skin aches but truthfully you are just very unattracted to the idea of that sort of contact in the first place why would you ever love something so weak and so close to death
best friends/worst jokes