Not many people I’d post about on tumblr. But this guy is one of my best friends. He’s always there for me when I feel broken and need advice or just a brother’s shoulder to cry on. Never had a brother of my own, but he is def one of my adopted brothers for life.
My Identity. A silver cartouche from Egypt and a ring of jade from Cambodia. Yin and Yang. Push and pull. Father and Mother. I strung these on a chain and wear ‘em everywhere now. Without identity, who would I be?