Lumps

'Tis the szn to get beat tf up

I’m in a state of perpetual fight or flight during the winter months. Bad shit has happened in the past and I carry that with me. The smallest things will often set me off and I hate that about myself. I’m learning to try and let go, but it’s like swimming up river with a garbage bag full of shit tied to your body. It feels like I need drugs to just function between November and February, but since I gave that up long ago, all I have are tacos, retail therapy, and the slightest notion that I’ll see spring if I let myself live life and not get swallowed by my brain.

I’ve taken so many pics over the last few months and I’m not sure what I want to do with them. The next zine I’m working on will not be an issue of WAIDWML, but something else. The current issue hasn’t been selling too great, but it’s the best received from those who have seen it. I genuinely love doing the zines, but it has to financially make sense, too, which is why I’ve posted less pics on Instagram, but maybe I need to change that? Would love to get your thoughts on that.

Here’s evidence that I’m still kicking and trying to do art.