ABOUT LOCUST: Late 20s. "They" or "she" pronouns, idrc as long as you don't call me a dude (I slightly prefer "they," though). Likes girls, mostly. INTJ 4w5. Writer (poetry, songs, fiction). Musician (keyboardist/vocalist). The Metalocalypse fandom's resident whackjob Tribunal fan. Obsessed with basically anything involving the end of the world. Softer than I might come across. Too easily inspired.
I'm a Christian Gnostic. I'm a recovering abuse survivor.
FRIENDING: Comment with an introduction - not too difficult. If you don't comment, you will not be added. It kind of sucks when you add someone who adds you, thinking "Oh, cool, they want to be friends," and then discovering that it's a Russian spambot. Try to have something in common with me, I guess. It sounds shallow but if we're going to be reading about one another's lives, we should probably have stuff to talk about. Also, let me know if you'd like to be on my writing filter.
"...And the shapes of the locusts were like to horses prepared to battle; and on their heads were as it were crowns like gold, and their faces were as the faces of men..."