I have a tendency to put leaves behind my ears when I get drunk. I like it when people ruffle my hair, so I assume other people do too- but maybe they don’t. I was born by cesaerian and until I was eight I thought this was my star sign.
I’m a postgrad Marine Biology student, who’s starting to think it’s no longer what he wants to do with his life. But saying that sounds a bit whiny. One day, one day, I will move to Melbourne. I liked it when I went there last.
Toby Austin Gooley is a member of All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Art And Text, Candid Photography, Challenge Café, DaDa Land, Dilapidated Buildings, Doodle Do, Drawn to Cotton- Art on T-shirts, Fabulous Ts, Flash Fiction, Raw Art, Two Word Challenge, WMG and Writing Workshop.
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