Some more pages from my current art journal:

If I had a dollar for each time someone assumed I had lip fillers, I’d have gathered enough money to actually go get some 🙄

Well, you had me fooled.

Campfires always make for awfully good conversation.

Sometimes I feel like driving up to Big Bear and renting a cabin just for this.

Fireplace + blanket + book

*rewinds back to the day you were born*

I’m dying.

I’m sorry. I’ll see myself out.

What if I post a selfie?

Those who don’t accept pineapple as a pizza topping are narrow-minded and fail to appreciate the deeply diverse experiences pizza has to offer.

You should’ve seen me half an hour ago with the Nutella cake for my sisters 15th birthday party.

I’m pretty sure I still have chocolate on my mouth.

Also the outer me.

Please. You don’t know who you’re dealing with. They don’t call me a chocolate whore for nothing, Shawn.

🫂 🫂

Have two.

I agree but can I still fight you?

I’ve accidentally taken a sip of sparkling water a couple of times in my life and spit it out immediately.

So bad, it makes me want to cry.

I thought I’d seen the end of it when I went to college but now my sister is in high school and I have to experience it vicariously through her

But I crumble completely when you cry; it seems like once again you’ve had to greet me with ‘goodbye’

https://open.spotify.com/track/58ge6dfP91o9oXMzq3XkIS?si=BHeYqf1sRxamTTheYQVFWA

My first ever meat pic. Happy Monday.