Truthful Whatever the Fuck
All through middle school and high school I had this habit of constantly drawing on myself and everything else that came within pen’s reach. I had a whole arsenal of metallic markers, micro-pigment pens and your average ballpoints (in fine tip ONLY) just for when the urge struck and it did, a LOT. One day I’d be covered in random band logos, the next metallic circuitry. I’ve...
It’s ma birfday. Dance, bitches.