maybe we are all characters, and suddenly we are the authors. we try to develop ourselves, writing out what we think who we are. and then there comes a day where we finally realize we are not the characters, nor the author, just the words written on pages that were once blank.
i try to be the most tumblr i can because what else would be more fulfilling?
too busy snapping polaroids for anything else. and i draw stickmen thinking it's art, so what fun. happy face (here).
/my name is too long/
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theurgetorun
Jun 25, 2015 04:12AM
@Brunetiquette thanks so much - don't worry I creep on people's profiles 26/8 :-)View all Conversations