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New sticker set for tcaf zine terrace May 11-12! 

ink and digital colouring

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Mark Daniel - Kolmanskop, 2008

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The Princess Diaries (2001) dir. Garry Marshall

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Rainy Thursday mornings.

Just stay in bed.

#pascalcampion

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And there they stood, bravest of them all. They’ll be able to see all their lost bears again.

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||| Rainy day in the mountains. |||

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There are limits to what one can give.

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i need to swim in a clear cold stream and then lie down on a big warm rock in the sun to dry this is non-negotiable

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Its 4/20 Eve, so don’t forget to put out milk and brownies for Snoop Dogg.

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Yalitza Aparicio photographed by Marcus Yam for Los Angeles Times

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In the mood for lots of kisses please

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So, this happened… again! #pascalcampion #Newyorkermag I’m usually pretty good with images and sometimes with words but in cases like this it’s really hard to put in a coherent form what I’m feeling. It’s crazy because without ALL of you guys showing appreciation for my work it would never have gotten anywhere so thank you . Thank you so so much for to all of you. Especially to Peter de Sève and of course Francoise Mouly at the director. Thank you to my wife for all the superhuman support. It’s just so surreal!

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by Wesley Burt

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"Saddest moment? How am I supposed to choose between losing my parents and seeing my friends die in Vietnam? I don’t categorize those things. Listen, a person is like a rubber band ball. We’ve all got a lot of bad rubber bands, and a lot of good rubber bands, and they’re all wrapped up together. And you’ve got to have both types of bands or your rubber band ball ain’t gonna bounce. And no use trying to untangle them. You know what I’m saying?"

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I am reduced to a thing that wants Virginia. I composed a beautiful letter to you in the sleepless nightmare hours of the night, and it has all gone: I just miss you, in a quite simple desperate human way. You, with all your un-dumb letters, would never write so elementary a phrase as that; perhaps you wouldn’t even feel it. And yet I believe you’ll be sensible of a little gap. But you’d clothe it in so exquisite a phrase that it would lose a little of its reality. Whereas with me it is quite stark: I miss you even more than I could have believed; and I was prepared to miss you a good deal. So this letter is just really a squeal of pain. It is incredible how essential to me you have become. I suppose you are accustomed to people saying these things. Damn you, spoilt creature; I shan’t make you love me any the more by giving myself away like this —But oh my dear, I can’t be clever and stand-offish with you: I love you too much for that. Too truly. You have no idea how stand-offish I can be with people I don’t love. I have brought it to a fine art. But you have broken down my defences. And I don’t really resent it. - Vita Sackville West to Virginia Woolf

Look here Vita — throw over your man, and we’ll go to Hampton Court and dine on the river together and walk in the garden in the moonlight and come home late and have a bottle of wine and get tipsy, and I’ll tell you all the things I have in my head, millions, myriads — They won’t stir by day, only by dark on the river. Think of that. Throw over your man, I say, and come.--Virginia Woolf to Vita Sackville West

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I also have a webcomic:

http://highlysuspectcomics.tumblr.com/

https://www.facebook.com/highlysuspectcomics

and a website:

http://martyabbeschneider.com/