I want truth. I'm crying out to hear it. I need it like oxygen. Matt Roper cryhearoxygen Change image and share on social
I have two vintage typewriters. One just about works and the other hasn't a hope in hell, bless it. But they're both beautiful, and they'll stay with me just as long as there's a roof over my head. Matt Roper beautifulblesshead Change image and share on social
Milk which is just about to turn is akin to that moment spent on the cusp of failure in a dulled and fettered relationship. Matt Roper akincuspdull Change image and share on social
Here I sit, beneath the large window of a first-floor Georgian flat, exploring the corridors of my sordid imagination for comedic words of beauty. Matt Roper beautybeneathcomedic Change image and share on social
