I listen to things with faces and the clouds up in my head. It's all just storms and shards hitting the immortal and undead. There's hate and hurt and love and lust for things I don't understand. But through it all it's a bunch of glass, getting shaped by the sand.
In other news, my sketch blog and deviant art account:
*DISCLAIMER* I do not necessarily share the opinions of the things I reblog. I reblog things I like, dislike, agree with and don't agree with because I don't want to forget these opinions, and they provide me insight into a world I know very little about.