I'm a mad genius.

I'm an artist/writer. I'm über alles. I suffer from delusions of grandeur.

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Not Afraid
Obey Me

I know only one hipster.

He called himself a hipster. He says witty things on all of his facebook statuses. I met him on a dating site. He complimented me as being one of the most interesting people he ever met on the site(Nothing flirty going on. Random messaging with too far away people.).

He ain’t too bad with his big glasses and spiffy wardrobe. Sometimes, I don’t see a problem with hipsters. I think it’s just a bad word we use when we feel we are clever and ironic, but no one is caring or even looking.

:/ You know you’ve like that vintage shit, and goofy picture on the internet.