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I think I’m cleaning, but really, all I’m doing is moving clothes from one pile to this giant pile on one side of the room. Then I repeat. -__-

I remember I drew this once. STILL RELEVANT. I STILL DO THIS WHEN I CLEAN. It’s like playing Towers of Hanoi. I move piles from one place to another as it gets smaller and smaller, except the difference is that I hope that the other pile doesn’t get bigger and bigger.

A very crude sketch at 4 am CST. Happy 4th of July!

I got a bit crazy this morning and drew a self portrait. That’s supposed to be three ventis on the table. Yup.

Insist on yourself. Never imitate.

Basically me, every time I see this picture (which is my default, my iPod wallpaper, phone wallpaper, etc. :D).

Good night! :]

So. Out. Of. Shape. ;__;

Stressin’, yo.

Don’t lie. You know it’s true.

Story of my life. ;__;

Dear Mom,

Words can’t begin to describe everything you’ve done for me, but I just want to say thank you. Thank you for everything that the word ‘everything’ doesn’t even begin to cover. Happy Mother’s Day, Mom! ♥

Love,
Tiffany