¶ this is the man who really killed trotsky. I played him in a one-act play in the tenth grade by david ives — they dressed me up in a sombrero and huaraches, and I think I snagged the part because apparently I’m quite talented at laughing menacingly and wringing my hands.
¶ the other day, I was talking to a girl (okay, about tumblr, ha) and she told me that somehow her family actually knew the man himself. sometimes I think maybe I was meant to have certain conversations.
¶ also, ramon in better days, how dashing: