i’m feeling like a pot of water just about to boil, with little bubbles forming on the bottom. except, of course, instead of water it’s words and feelings and whatnot. and instead of a pot it’s my brain and heart. 

none of it is really strung together, little bits are popping in and out of my thoughts. 

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erikevensen:

Once upon a time, I rode in a van with Matt Talbot, Rich Woodall, and a handful of folks in the Jetpack Comics sphere. We journeyed together from the frozen wastes of New Hampshire to the warm, concrete jungle of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania for WizardWorld East, and amused ourselves by writing a comic called “Dear Banner.” The premise is simple: Bruce Banner and the Hulk are basically odd-couple roommates, who share a body as well as a residence, and are forced to communicate via passive-aggressive roommate notes. I’ve turned our car-ride jokes into a thing. There is no reason for this to exist, and yet here it is.

erikevensen:

Once upon a time, I rode in a van with Matt TalbotRich Woodall, and a handful of folks in the Jetpack Comics sphere. We journeyed together from the frozen wastes of New Hampshire to the warm, concrete jungle of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania for WizardWorld East, and amused ourselves by writing a comic called “Dear Banner.” The premise is simple: Bruce Banner and the Hulk are basically odd-couple roommates, who share a body as well as a residence, and are forced to communicate via passive-aggressive roommate notes. I’ve turned our car-ride jokes into a thing. There is no reason for this to exist, and yet here it is.