webbly lines for this former tesco pharmacist and fetish artist who’s currently bouncing around europe after a pretty significant spiral into pills, tinned g&t’s and club drugs? a network of tumblr mutuals turned travel friends, the canadians who adopted him during a semester abroad so he didn’t have to sleep in the coffin-like student housing provided, the londoners who miss him dearly and want to know when he’s coming home (maybe he’s born with it, maybe he was easy to score drugs from), a friendship forged via two night train compartments where they connected in the way that single serving strangers do (revealing too much, feeling shy about it before digging even deeper) only to run into each other a week later, people who’ve posed for his explicit photos that made him somewhat tumblr famous in the first place