I have a scar on my right cheek. I got it when I was like, 4 years old. was running around the living room with socks on and I slipped and slid cheek-first into the opened plastic sliding door. its edges were sharp because they had to be so that the two sides would latch together when they closed. I had a few stitches for it
i just realized that it never traumatized me in any way, though. like, it just taught me to be more careful, but I was never like, scared of running around anywhere slippery or whatever. it didn’t really affect me in a big way, except now I’ve got a cool scar on my face. +
I had a gig last saturday. this was the only half decent picture of me
That pretends to wake up at
The same time you do"
I never really cared too much for robin williams. it’s odd how affected I am because of his death