Ridged mountains rise and fall with my breaths. Snow-capped peaks, dew-filled valleys, a world across my bed, flung by chapped hands.
I do not sleep these winter nights, though I dream, north with the behemoth metal ships that haul their way into ports, windswept and exhausted. It is these winter nights that scrape my bones dry and clean, ready to feel for another spring, another year.
Lacy ice crawls its way across my walls and the puddles in the courtyard, reflecting the lace on my dress, my winter-white veil. I do not sleep tonight, and I will not sleep tomorrow, when I am passed from one hand to another. I am a girl, a woman, the smells
If Youtube Myspace, I'll make you .com till you Yahoo.
Current Residence: America deviantWEAR sizing preference: large- comfy Favourite genre of music: That one type...composed by that guy Favourite photographer: That one guy...with the camera Favourite style of art: That one kind...that's pretty Operating System: That one kind...that works MP3 player of choice: That one kind...that plays music Shell of choice: That one kind...that goes on Koopas and has Death Spikes all over it Wallpaper of choice: The one kind...that goes on walls Skin of choice: That one kind...that's all fleshy Favourite cartoon character: That one guy...who was funny Personal Quote: "Can't resist the man-candy"
Okay, I'm back. Scanner's set, cookies restored.
Tsuchi's home.
I've also tried mapping out most of my OC's, still working on that. When I finish, I will start posting more.
:iconperfect-experiment2: I will be entering if by some miracle I can get my scanner to work again. Must find alternate means of scanning.
Maybe I can compose a completely new OC. Perhaps with the charm of the Dos Equis man, and masculinity of Old Spice's Isaiah Mustafa.
It. Will. Slay. Gods.
Just kidding.
What should Tsuchi do?