I'm Andrew.
I'm 18.
I write, and smoke more cigarettes than I'd care to admit.
I live in a fantasy world in my head.
And I don't give an actual fuck.
I love mathematics and all that it has in store.
“remember when you got here
how the bending willows hung
how your eyes stung from the mercury
and you found on your tongue
all the words to all the songs you were sure
only the night could have sung”
