Memory is a record.
People only have substance within the memories of other people. And that’s why there were all kinds of myself. There weren’t a lot of myself per se, I was just inside all sorts of people, that’s all.

shejestsatscars replied to your photo: Can we please take a moment to appreciate that…

OMFG YOU’RE ALIVE

Excuse me, but you are missing the interrobang on that sentence.