“They could feel the rhythm of each others hearts, they could could see the stream of time, the universe itself would bend to their wills.”
— Anon
25. My face often betrays me: I seem angry when I think, and awkward when I'm happy. My mind tends to drift toward the stars. I listen to music loud, because I like to hear it. I'm a slave to a powerful guitar. Never spared from the awkward moment. Passion, stubbornness, and pride have proven to be a lethal combination. I am frequently entertained by the mundane. I am obsessed with stories reflecting the ideals of chivalric romance; A sucker for heroism. Rarely asleep at a reasonable hour, but too attached to sleep to let it go when I must. Convinced my tendency to read was harshly suppressed at an early age by video games, but im trying to regain it. I am these things, sam i am.
i live by my own bushido, bitches.
i live by my own bushido, bitches.
