I am Jessaka, not Jessica.
19. Scorpio in Seattle.
I like what I like, so fuck you.
Vintage. Preferably 1900-1950 vintage.
Sex. Art. Astrology. "Gingerbeardmen."
IndieAmazing music. FOALS.
I like burning my tongue with scorching coffee everyday, three times a day, and washing my hands with scorching water.
I don't know what to formally call this burning fascination. "Autopyromania?"
newagenda asked: Wow! You're back!
I’ve been meaning to come back, and actually not leave at all.
But I finally decided to make a new blog, one dedicated to my life here in Seattle for the next four years and the art I produce. It’s a WIP right now.
So I don’t really know what I’ll be doing with this one. Either being a lame tumblr full of reblogged shit or I don’t know.
Would you have any suggestions, good chap?
I was going to begin a new tumblr for blogging about my new life as an Art student in Seattle. Well, I let this new life keep me from being active on this tumblog, let alone a new one. So I will continue with this medocrity of a “blog,” until I formulate a formal one for my Art/Design work for an online portfolio. (Cornish eats that shit up)
And I come back to some bitch posting THIS GIF of mine. Seriously, it’s called motherfucking reblog.
That is so upsetting. He contributed a lot to their music, and I remember how cool the trumpet parts sounded live. :( And he was only 27.
27. Always that number. ☹
I think I’ll go with the latter interpretation, it’s simpler.