I just received an anonymous message on tumblr which included the words “don’t tell anyone” so I guess I can’t really reply to them.
Thanks anon. Those are really flattering words. But I don’t have a sock drawer.
I am a star. I’m a star, I’m a star, I’m a star. I am a big, bright, shining star. That’s right.
spheres replied to your photo: Shit, man. So I’m acting in a short film, playing…
RORY BE CAREFUL
Well. I am just about everywhere. Who’re you then?
That’s just the way the streets is, dog.
My head wound is making me wanna speak like I’m from an early 90s inner city based movie.
I’m not depressed. I’m not feeling particularly self destructive. But for several months now I occasionally daydream about being hit by a car.
It’s a really strange sensation.