Six words is not nearly enough.

He's just too much like me.

It's too pretty out for homework.

Bruises surface, too many days later.

Don't obsess, Cara. Cara, don't obsess.

Need a vacation from my vacation.

Oddly nostalgic for life before facebook.

This is why I love design.

I retroactively remember my dissociative tendencies.

Maybe he's just really, really sick.

Apparently guys don't mature with age.

No headphones. I'll have to focus myself.

I'll just do it all tomorrow.

I live for nights like these.

I was supposed to have plans...

Tweak, adjust, ink, oil, lead, perfection.

Everything is always better when flourescent.

My brain expanding, face contracting, multitasking.

Tweaking the kerning of drawn letters.

Beautiful designs that just won't print.

Ever working, catching ideas like butterflies.

If three inches is too much...

Seat warmers: better than sliced bread.

I found paper in my potato.

Solid connection is full of affection.