Booism

the layout is dead! long live the layout!

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livingdead-clothing:

Don’t forget, if you want your own Sailor Moon skater, you can nab a Made To Order one now! This means it wont be able to ship straight away, but will be made and sent out in seven days, just for you!

I designed this so you and your friends could stalk the streets as a roving gang of Sailor Moons.

livingdead-clothing:

Don’t forget, if you want your own Sailor Moon skater, you can nab a Made To Order one now! This means it wont be able to ship straight away, but will be made and sent out in seven days, just for you!

I designed this so you and your friends could stalk the streets as a roving gang of Sailor Moons.

Filed under living dead clothing boowork

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This one’s for my nephew, who started chemo for lymphoma last week. And if you’ve known, had or lost anyone to cancer, this one’s for you, too.

Love you, kiddo. And sorry if I’ve embarrassed you by making everyone think you have crabs. (cackle)

This one’s for my nephew, who started chemo for lymphoma last week. And if you’ve known, had or lost anyone to cancer, this one’s for you, too.

Love you, kiddo. And sorry if I’ve embarrassed you by making everyone think you have crabs. (cackle)

Filed under boocolor

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Anniversary!

It was actually a pleasant surprise.

A ton’s happened in the past year: I’ve gone back to school, started working in my industry, moved a few times, my nephew received his heart transplant, lost a family member and a woman I considered a grandmother, visited new cities, made new friends, reconnected with old friends and really, just started moving forward. I now have a firm idea of what I want to be and what I’ll need to overcome to be it.

It looks like over the year, I’ve mysteriously amassed 2,126 followers. Thank you all for your patience with this strange woman who occasionally posts about cats and how dumb she was as a kid.

Lots of love. (:

Das Boo

Filed under i shall build a tree from this sap

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This morning, amidst the hazy fervor of projects and midterm preparation, I awaited a client’s reply. My eyes wearily darted between my work and the mail tab, who dutifully waited for a letter. The resulting sprawl of words decorating the screen would surely break my night’s curse and sweep my gently into the motherly fingers of sleep. 
Suddenly, a message.
I clicked quickly to the mail tab, my exhaustion-drenched mind flailing to understand meaning.
A letter from tumblr.
Your blog is one year old today.
Now draw something, bitch.

This morning, amidst the hazy fervor of projects and midterm preparation, I awaited a client’s reply. My eyes wearily darted between my work and the mail tab, who dutifully waited for a letter. The resulting sprawl of words decorating the screen would surely break my night’s curse and sweep my gently into the motherly fingers of sleep.

Suddenly, a message.

I clicked quickly to the mail tab, my exhaustion-drenched mind flailing to understand meaning.

A letter from tumblr.

Your blog is one year old today.

Now draw something, bitch.

Filed under boocolor