incoming!
Before you ask…yes, Photoshopping shit onto my hate objects is incredibly cathartic.
If you think back, it’s like when you were six and you drew your worst enemy with, like, a gazillion knives sticking out of her. And they took you away to the home with the green walls and the metal bunk beds and showed you all those pictures of ink blobs and asked you to make up stories about them. And you didn’t get to go home again until, gosh, junior year of High School.
Like that.
May 21, 2013 — 11:04 pm
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