I knit and draw and touch butts and play some instruments and live in Idaho.
Well my summer just went to shit. After a year of dating, I’m worth break-up texts. AKA nothing. Fuckin’ shit, I wish I were dead. Why’d he have to be so pretty? And sweet? And you know in the “custody battle” he’s gonna get all the friends. Fuck, I’m gonna lose so many friends. And he was like my best friend
I want a rebound. Or booze. Or anything to not feel anything right now.
Flirting with my boyfriend, pretty happy.
Then he says he’s not happy with our relationship.
At this hour of the day and at this temperature I gradually start to resemble a castaway more and more
Typographic Jokes by Gary Nicholson.
Brief:
To design a series of posters with typographically focused puns to lift the spirits of fellow designers.
Today, I felt kinda needy so I went and sat on my mom’s lap, which, as a 17-year-old, I see no problem with. But them she started drawing circles on my back. She does that a lot, it’s her mom thing. But when she started doing that I just arched my back up and silently screamed. Don’t touch me don’t touch me don’t touch me. A second before I was feeling needy and I wanted attention but suddenly I freaked out about how many people there were in the room (four others) and I just ran out of there.
Just thinking about my mom’s hand on my back makes it feel like someone threw boiling water where ever she touched. And it’s been like half an hour.
And I was texting my boyfriend when I got this really weird feeling that he just hated me so I stopped texting him. It was the most routine text conversation ever.
I’m just overall freaking out about interacting with anyone. Like, they’re sunlight and I’m a vampire. Sucks cuz I’m hungry and people are in the kitchen.
