Last week, I focused on spending time with Axwell, and he parted cosmics paths with us on Monday afternoon, a few months shy of his 14th birthday. These final fuck designs are in honor of my sweet boo-bear, 7 pounds that took up a lot of loving space in my life.
Royally Fucked #16
He loved people, and also absolutely judged the fuck out of all of us.
Fuck Yeah #48
We won’t always be trapped in this form, and that’s comforting to many of us.
Dafuq #30
I was feeling a Daria, Sick Sad World vibe, because, well, yeah. I hate election season, this one especially can fuck all the way off.