It’s just a text message… What’s the worst that could happen?
my name is christopher bird. i like to write things in notebooks, and never let people read them. i find not being stuck in gigantic mazes really refreshing, and enjoy looking at design and fashion from far away. sometimes i work as a graphic designer, sometimes i don't. currently, by day, i'm a recovering narcissist and budding personal mythologist. i prefer to think i'll never quite pin down what i am by night. (but being a monster sounds fun.)
Ask me anything
