cosmic_celery

I am! And thank you! I'm always massively insecure about him; his internal monologue is far easier to write than what he actually says. Because in his head he's all, The morning light crept insidiously through the cracks in the blinds, staining the flat the colour of an old coffee filter. I hadn't slept in three days, and I had an audition this afternoon; the utter idiocy. I couldn't stop shaking; it felt as if there was a distinct danger of my bones simply slipping out of my skin and going off to spend their time somewhere else. While out loud he goes 'Ngh, fucking sunlight.'