Aran. 04/89. VLC, Spain. Art history student, music lover, alpha male, worshipper of the killer bunny, perfect impersonator of the grumpy cat, prophet of urban decay and alienation. All I always want is a good story. I always use the queue. This is not a spoiler free blog. At all.
“I had a boyfriend who told me I’d never succeed, never be nominated for a Grammy, never have a hit song, and that he hoped I’d fail. I said to him, ‘Someday, when we’re not together, you won’t be able to order a cup of coffee at the fucking deli without hearing or seeing me.’”