ive got the whollleeeee evening tomorrow to write (and i WILL) so here’s the celebratory rome post

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ive got the whollleeeee evening tomorrow to write (and i WILL) so here’s the celebratory rome post
rome board
rome has absolutely no concept of what distance counts as worth running. corner shop? sprint. bedroom to kitchen to living room? sprint. he’ll genuinely save about twelve seconds getting somewhere only to spend the next five minutes dawdling about there because he forgot what he was doing in the first place because walking somewhere on purpose just does not occur to him ever. if his legs are moving theyre moving as fast as they can get away with
rome core
rome documents everything visually because he wants to be able to reference things and days constantly so he’s always got a disposable on him and for some reason he’s weird about people noticing this habit so he whips it out, there’s a flash, and he’s standing there acting confused like was that lightning? thunder and lightning i just saw? i thought it was sunny today?
rome calls himself antisocial but only because he thinks antisocial means doesn't leave the house much which is unfortunate because the actual problem is that he is by temperament almost painfully social. his version of isolation and being this antisocial sod is maintaining active conversations with seventeen people while sitting in the dark eating crackers dry over the sink but i think despite everything people tend to like him? i think underneath all the paranoia and cynicism there's this weirdly eager quality to him. he also really cares about people liking him, he cares about people not liking him the paranoia, the cynicism, the constant expectation that things will go wrong are all real but they sit on top of somebody who's actually really hopeful. somebody who keeps making friends. keeps answering messages. keeps showing up. which is unfortunate, because if rome ever succeeded in becoming the antisocial recluse he thinks he is, he'd probably be miserable within the week. he'd be standing at his kitchen sink eating dry crackers in the dark thinking god, i wish somebody was here so i could complain about this. and then immediately get up and go find that somebody
first rome moodboard lock in
tell me thats not rome in 20 more bad years