I'm a twenty-something time-traveler living in Chicago, IL, and this is the tumblr for my artwork.

Contact me via email at rachelroach.art@gmail.com

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Anonymous asked
How much money would it take to commission a series of "people in labor" paintings from you

SO MUCH MONEY

Anonymous asked
Are you a whovian? If so (or even if not so) will you darw River song in labor please?
  1. no
  2. no
  3. no
roachpatrol:

TRASH ZODIAC
January: The Tired Sock.  Mean and uptight. Steals things. 
February: The Broken Fork.  Eyes are too close together. Weird sense of humor. 
March: The Plastic Baggie. They could work harder, but they don’t. Also they all have that bizarre smell. You know. That smell. 
April: The Hazardous Tupperware. Does crimes when drunk. Tends to have lots of friends, weirdly enough. 
May: The Old Fruit Peel. Doesn’t ever tip enough. Probably also doesn’t call their family enough. 
June: The Used Tissue. Has never in their life had a flattering haircut. Also, they ate their twin in the womb. 
July: The Busted Headphones. Ugh. This guy. 
August: The Fragrant Pad. Borrows money and forgets to give it back. Mhm. Sure. ‘Forgets’. 
September: The Toilet Paper Roll. Cheats on tests and at mario kart. Will end valuable friendships over pointless arguments. 
October: The Invisible Ink Pen.  The best lover you could ever have. However, they have impossibly high standards.
November: The Chicken Bone. Pronounces ‘manga’ the wrong way no matter what. Even if you punch them in the neck. 
December: The Shower Clot. Their life is actually great but they still manage to be bitter about every little annoyance. Also, never stifles their farts as well as they think they do. 

roachpatrol:

TRASH ZODIAC

January: The Tired Sock.  Mean and uptight. Steals things. 

February: The Broken Fork.  Eyes are too close together. Weird sense of humor. 

March: The Plastic Baggie. They could work harder, but they don’t. Also they all have that bizarre smell. You know. That smell. 

April: The Hazardous Tupperware. Does crimes when drunk. Tends to have lots of friends, weirdly enough. 

May: The Old Fruit Peel. Doesn’t ever tip enough. Probably also doesn’t call their family enough. 

June: The Used Tissue. Has never in their life had a flattering haircut. Also, they ate their twin in the womb. 

July: The Busted Headphones. Ugh. This guy. 

August: The Fragrant Pad. Borrows money and forgets to give it back. Mhm. Sure. ‘Forgets’. 

September: The Toilet Paper Roll. Cheats on tests and at mario kart. Will end valuable friendships over pointless arguments. 

October: The Invisible Ink Pen.  The best lover you could ever have. However, they have impossibly high standards.

November: The Chicken Bone. Pronounces ‘manga’ the wrong way no matter what. Even if you punch them in the neck. 

December: The Shower Clot. Their life is actually great but they still manage to be bitter about every little annoyance. Also, never stifles their farts as well as they think they do. 

Anonymous asked
Any chance you be selling any of those bottles with the cool labels when you finish them? They are something I am hella interested in!

actually, i WAS thinking about putting them up at my storenvy, because i get tired of seeing my own art really fast and didn’t know what else to do with them.

*news anchor voice* stay tuned and i will keep people updated as the situation develops. 

“I would rather sit on a pumpkin, and have it all to myself, than be crowded on a velvet cushion.”
― Henry David Thoreau

“I would rather sit on a pumpkin, and have it all to myself, than be crowded on a velvet cushion.”

― Henry David Thoreau

drunk doodles from saturday night

i’ve been collecting interesting bottles and i’m gonna replace all the labels with monsters

a tattoo design with cherry blossoms, elm leaves, and a banner