When I was a kid, I had this intense, visceral loathing for raw umber. I hated even looking at it. Sometimes I would draw a tiny line of raw umber on my paper just to see how ugly it was and give myself the shivers. Then I’d quickly scribble over it with a better color, like brown. Raw umber was basically my childhood nemesis. I can’t remember any Crayola representatives ever coming by to interview me about my feelings (BRICK RED FOREVER!) but I can’t help but take the defeat of raw umber as something of a personal victory. I feel kind of bad for thistle. imremembering: Retired Crayons via

When I was a kid, I had this intense, visceral loathing for raw umber. I hated even looking at it. Sometimes I would draw a tiny line of raw umber on my paper just to see how ugly it was and give myself the shivers. Then I’d quickly scribble over it with a better color, like brown. Raw umber was basically my childhood nemesis. I can’t remember any Crayola representatives ever coming by to interview me about my feelings (BRICK RED FOREVER!) but I can’t help but take the defeat of raw umber as something of a personal victory.

I feel kind of bad for thistle.

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Retired Crayons

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