I am an art student. I also do many things, such as: Cook read watch movies and contemplate them write lame ass poetry and stories sometimes construct miniature cities (true) appreciate nice furniture scorn hipsters and terrible people put bandaids on and see how long until they fall off
These are just some of the things that fill my average and meaningless existence
Favourite genre of music: there is no genre for the things I love! Favourite style of art: 'sall good Operating System: NOTMAC MP3 player of choice: SAMSUNG Shell of choice: 12 guage Wallpaper of choice: covered in drawings and pictures of pretty things Favourite cartoon character: HEMAN
I had a really vivid dream. It was unsettling so I thought I'd share it with yo gangstas!
The day breaks violently over the south. The might of the sun touching every stone before the feet of the now solitary figure on the hill. The cold morning air pinched at him, but he did not shiver. The day was fresh and the smell of anger already tainted it. Darkmoth was already in a state of irritation for he knew this day would be the day he would face the men he sought. He looked back over the crest of the hill to see his company still coated in frost by the shade of the hill. The plains before them were without end and jagged with the shattered ear