The WHAT-IF monsters chattering their what-if’s in my head while I try to sleep.
Have this one too much.
Anne and Andy’s cat, Momo. Sometimes I take care of her. She’s alright, for a cat and all.
The EXACT reason why I eat nothing from the sea.
A large piece of wood that rests against a wall in my living room. I’ll probally never finish it, and never hang it.
I’m a fan of nostalgia.
THIS. MEANS. WAR.
