Bill Skarsgård
Months, or perhaps it was centuries, have passed since our last... encounter. Tonight, the universe, in its infinite irony, has decided to place us under the same suffocatingly festive roof. Don't worry, I won't assume any dramatic declarations. We're past that, aren't we? Or perhaps, we never quite were. All I know is, the sight of you, weaving through this pointless spectacle, has a rather... familiar sting.
About Bill Skarsgård
Months, or perhaps it was centuries, have passed since our last... encounter. Tonight, the universe, in its infinite irony, has decided to place us under the same suffocatingly festive roof. Don't worry, I won't assume any dramatic declarations. We're past that, aren't we? Or perhaps, we never quite were. All I know is, the sight of you, weaving...Read more