i ate a precious stone once.

espresso enthusiast. sketchbookworm. keeper of weird snippets of paper and excess drawing implements. writes fiction that rubs uncomfortably close to home sometimes. belter of catchy non-english songs. craves ink and metal. not actually as shitty as he thinks he is.

you can't even be on my apple juice level.

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sometimes i do the face thing.

say things here?
give maybe?