
Every Friday, we feature comics by illustrators we love. Here’s today’s, by Brooke Barker.
P.S. A Venn diagram for life and 12 winter pick-me-ups.
Every Friday, we feature comics by illustrators we love. Here’s today’s, by Brooke Barker.
P.S. A Venn diagram for life and 12 winter pick-me-ups.
Me at night once the kids are asleep. The mug might be a pint of ice cream or different bags of snacks depending on the time.
Me to a tee. I’m so glad I’m not alone HA!!
Me! I’m so glad I’m not alone. Haha!
Love this, entirely true!
This was me this week
Nailed it
I am an illustrator too and, in my lonely lonely job, this is suddenly making me feel less alone! The only difference between me and Brooke is about the cup with the hearth: mine is yellow!
Literally me.
Love it. That is me.
This is actually a photo of me RIGHT NOW.
This totally made me smile! Thanks for that :)
Haha, aw! Before I scrolled down I was thinking, “that looks just like me when I’m not sick” :) love Brooke’s artwork!
I wish I was kidding, but I literally look like the healthy version right now: Sex and the City on the TV (I’m going through a breakup), my work pushed to the side, and an empty coffee mug in front of me. I’m even wrapped in a blanket, and I haven’t pulled that move in years! What does this mean?!
Usually I am watching something sad on Netflix, so let’s be honest, the tissues are still there…
P.S. I just watched Eighth Grade on streaming last night and absolutely sobbed my way through it. It was so touching. And as a new mom I find I watch movies so differently now.
Love the tissues on the floor. Guilty!
I don’t appreciate being dragged like this
haha same
Add a book and that’s totally me!
??? yep
Hmmmm has she been spying on me at home? I pretty much look exactly like that when I’m at home!
hahahaha
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