Hello, I'm Hanley; a mind-palacing Welshman training to be a theatre director.

"Did your parents want you to be an 18th century opium smoking French poet?" - Carrie Quinlan on my name

Awaiting to hear from Benedict Cumberbatch about forming an awkwardly English names club.

SLYTHERIN
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18th September 2014

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anotherboywholived:

I’m gonna come out of nowhere and ask you to play make-John-Green-find-the-thing.

My sister Faye is 12 years old and her and her friends had a week to obsess over The Fault In Our Stars adaption before one of them, Rachel, was diagnosed with bone cancer in her leg. She’d been poorly for awhile but doctors brushed it off as an active imagination; within weeks of finding it it’s spread to her lungs and she’ll be lucky to see in another Christmas.

My sister is now trying to get hold of John Green as a missive from him would mean everything to Rachel at this point. She’s set up a small industry emailing anyone she can find but I know he’s active on here so I though I’d give that a go, as well. I can’t even imagine what she’s going through, hell I can’t even imagine what my sister’s going through, but I know they’d all be struggling a hell of a lot more if there hadn’t been that story. All they want is a chance to say thank you.

Today’s September 16th and Rachel’s getting weaker by the day and spends a lot of her time sleeping, so I don’t know how long we have. All I can do is beg you - please, please help John Green find the thing.

Tagged: gonna keep bugging you with this til we have a happy endingnerdfightersfishingboatproceedstfios

18th September 2014

Post reblogged from another boy who lived with 1,301 notes

anotherboywholived:

I’m gonna come out of nowhere and ask you to play make-John-Green-find-the-thing.

My sister Faye is 12 years old and her and her friends had a week to obsess over The Fault In Our Stars adaption before one of them, Rachel, was diagnosed with bone cancer in her leg. She’d been poorly for awhile but doctors brushed it off as an active imagination; within weeks of finding it it’s spread to her lungs and she’ll be lucky to see in another Christmas.

My sister is now trying to get hold of John Green as a missive from him would mean everything to Rachel at this point. She’s set up a small industry emailing anyone she can find but I know he’s active on here so I though I’d give that a go, as well. I can’t even imagine what she’s going through, hell I can’t even imagine what my sister’s going through, but I know they’d all be struggling a hell of a lot more if there hadn’t been that story. All they want is a chance to say thank you.

Today’s September 16th and Rachel’s getting weaker by the day and spends a lot of her time sleeping, so I don’t know how long we have. All I can do is beg you - please, please help John Green find the thing.

Tagged: nerdfighters

17th September 2014

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anotherboywholived:

I’m gonna come out of nowhere and ask you to play make-John-Green-find-the-thing.

My sister Faye is 12 years old and her and her friends had a week to obsess over The Fault In Our Stars adaption before one of them, Rachel, was diagnosed with bone cancer in her leg. She’d been poorly for awhile but doctors brushed it off as an active imagination; within weeks of finding it it’s spread to her lungs and she’ll be lucky to see in another Christmas.

My sister is now trying to get hold of John Green as a missive from him would mean everything to Rachel at this point. She’s set up a small industry emailing anyone she can find but I know he’s active on here so I though I’d give that a go, as well. I can’t even imagine what she’s going through, hell I can’t even imagine what my sister’s going through, but I know they’d all be struggling a hell of a lot more if there hadn’t been that story. All they want is a chance to say thank you.

Today’s September 16th and Rachel’s getting weaker by the day and spends a lot of her time sleeping, so I don’t know how long we have. All I can do is beg you - please, please help John Green find the thing.

17th September 2014

Post reblogged from another boy who lived with 1,301 notes

anotherboywholived:

I’m gonna come out of nowhere and ask you to play make-John-Green-find-the-thing.

My sister Faye is 12 years old and her and her friends had a week to obsess over The Fault In Our Stars adaption before one of them, Rachel, was diagnosed with bone cancer in her leg. She’d been poorly for awhile but doctors brushed it off as an active imagination; within weeks of finding it it’s spread to her lungs and she’ll be lucky to see in another Christmas.

My sister is now trying to get hold of John Green as a missive from him would mean everything to Rachel at this point. She’s set up a small industry emailing anyone she can find but I know he’s active on here so I though I’d give that a go, as well. I can’t even imagine what she’s going through, hell I can’t even imagine what my sister’s going through, but I know they’d all be struggling a hell of a lot more if there hadn’t been that story. All they want is a chance to say thank you.

Today’s September 16th and Rachel’s getting weaker by the day and spends a lot of her time sleeping, so I don’t know how long we have. All I can do is beg you - please, please help John Green find the thing.

16th September 2014

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anotherboywholived:

I’m gonna come out of nowhere and ask you to play make fishingboatproceeds find the thing.

My sister Faye is 12 years old and her and her friends had a week to obsess over The Fault In Our Stars adaption before one of them, Rachel, was diagnosed with bone cancer in her leg. She’d been poorly for awhile but doctors brushed it off as an active imagination; within weeks of finding it it’s spread to her lungs and she’ll be lucky to see in another Christmas.

My sister is now trying to get hold of John Green as a missive from him would mean everything to Rachel at this point. She’s set up a small industry emailing anyone she can find but I know he’s active on here so I though I’d give that a go, as well. I can’t even imagine what she’s going through, hell I can’t even imagine what my sister’s going through, but I know they’d all be struggling a hell of a lot more if there hadn’t been that story. All they want is a chance to say thank you.

Today’s September 16th and Rachel’s getting weaker by the day and spends a lot of her time sleeping, so I don’t know how long we have. All I can do is beg you - please, please help John Green find the thing. 

16th September 2014

Post reblogged from another boy who lived with 1,301 notes

anotherboywholived:

I’m gonna come out of nowhere and ask you to play make-John-Green-find-the-thing.

My sister Faye is 12 years old and her and her friends had a week to obsess over The Fault In Our Stars adaption before one of them, Rachel, was diagnosed with bone cancer in her leg. She’d been poorly for awhile but doctors brushed it off as an active imagination; within weeks of finding it it’s spread to her lungs and she’ll be lucky to see in another Christmas.

My sister is now trying to get hold of John Green as a missive from him would mean everything to Rachel at this point. She’s set up a small industry emailing anyone she can find but I know he’s active on here so I though I’d give that a go, as well. I can’t even imagine what she’s going through, hell I can’t even imagine what my sister’s going through, but I know they’d all be struggling a hell of a lot more if there hadn’t been that story. All they want is a chance to say thank you.

Today’s September 16th and Rachel’s getting weaker by the day and spends a lot of her time sleeping, so I don’t know how long we have. All I can do is beg you - please, please help John Green find the thing.

16th September 2014

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I’m gonna come out of nowhere and ask you to play make fishingboatproceeds find the thing.

My sister Faye is 12 years old and her and her friends had a week to obsess over The Fault In Our Stars adaption before one of them, Rachel, was diagnosed with bone cancer in her leg. She’d been poorly for awhile but doctors brushed it off as an active imagination; within weeks of finding it it’s spread to her lungs and she’ll be lucky to see in another Christmas.

My sister is now trying to get hold of John Green as a missive from him would mean everything to Rachel at this point. She’s set up a small industry emailing anyone she can find but I know he’s active on here so I though I’d give that a go, as well. I can’t even imagine what she’s going through, hell I can’t even imagine what my sister’s going through, but I know they’d all be struggling a hell of a lot more if there hadn’t been that story. All they want is a chance to say thank you.

Today’s September 16th and Rachel’s getting weaker by the day and spends a lot of her time sleeping, so I don’t know how long we have. All I can do is beg you - please, please help John Green find the thing. 

Tagged: John Greenfishingboatproceedsthe fault in our starscancermake john green find the thingmy lifelike seriously having the chance to say thank you to Rowling rates as one of the best moments of my lifeand it's a similar thing for these kids now with himmy heart aches for all of them tbhon a personal note I should be back to blogging soonthis is only one of the things which has kept me offline@fishingboatproceeds

17th July 2014

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Uni Issue resolved!

I’m switching again, third time’s a charm; most definitely - today I heard I’m got in to training ground of Olivier himself, the immense realm of the Central School of Speech and Drama.

It’s killing me that I can’t use gif to show how I’ve been jumping off the walls for hours. Absolutely buzzing.

Now all I’ve got to do is de-homeless myself and life will be amazing. I’ll keep you posted whenever I’ve access to wifi…

I love each and every one of you as I literally cannot imagine how else I’d have found the confidence to be doing this. You are absolutely incredible.

Tagged: deep breathhot damnjust cannotto find out of the eve of the culmination of my almeida work toototally awesomeyessssmy lifesecond time's a charmjust gotta work out how I find this thingwow

6th July 2014

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Just to clarify

The lovely Tom is still my lovely Tom; the homeless stuff pertains to the process of cutting ties with my parents.

Tagged: returned from smoke break to find a bunch of messages about this sowe're still the cutest ugly couple aroundno fearreally should go back to work nowlove you all

6th July 2014

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Sup Strangers

I fell off the grid as I’m uni-less, homeless, and wifi-less (easily the worst of the three). On the bright side, I just had to escort next door’s dog out of the rehearsal room.

Dunno what to tell you other than I’ve been slogging through stress and it looks like it’ll be awhile before a permanent situation presents itself, allowing me ability for interneting. So consider me a continuing tumblr exile for a bit longer.

As horrible as I’m sure this seems it’s mainly born of positive things, so nobody worry about me - and I can’t apologise enough if you already have been.

Tagged: my lifehoping to have something sorted in a couple weekswill be able to focus once my work with the almeida is donehence having wifi right nowI should be working butsurely all SMs tune out this close to performance?11 days til Latitude12 days til opena lifetime til a smoke breakleast that's how it feels