I carry artificial optimism through the unending locomotion of day-to-day obligation and survival, but when I’m lying in the dark at the end of the night with only the sound of the blood in my ears, I so wish to dissolve into the vacuum of space.

(via indiscordium)

Worst time is when touch my bed, grab my phone and realize I am all alone.


Sam Weber illustration

Born in Alaska, Sam grew up in Deep River Ontario, Canada. After attending the Alberta College of Art and Design in Calgary, he moved to New York to pursue illustration and attend graduate school at The School of Visual Arts. In addition to drawing, Sam works part time as assistant art director of the OpEd page at the New York Times, with senior art director Brian Rea. Current likes include Italian and Japanese comics, David Lynch movies, and hanging out with Jillian

(via indiscordium)