I got these two at the same time. The house is the house I moved into when my parents split up, and was the first house that felt like home. It’s the house I lived in when I met my sister, It’s the house that will always feel the most like home in Oregon. The other is my favorite Bob Dylan song, and a reminder for me. I tend to overthink a lot and miss out on opportunities because I talk myself out of them. Since I got the reminder I’ve done that less. Both were done at a small shop in Oregon by a man named Chris Richardson.
Lost in the motherfucking mood
I'm James. One day i hope to be described as rough and tumble. In the mean time you can think of me as the baby of Carmen SanDiego and Waldo. Wolves are cool, so are owls and aladdin, you'll see a lot of that shit here most likely. Get at me.
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