Book enthusiast.

Books.

Books.

....Books.

You know, boys are so much better in books.

So are lives.

And food.

And cultures.

Like, would you rather be a high schooler or a Shadowhunter?  Or a Witch?  Or a Graceling?  Or a Demigod?  Or Divergent?  Or a Traveler?  Or Scriven?  OR A FUCKING JELLY BABY.

Oh, wait, this is an intro, not my essay on why books are my reality, shiiiiiiiiiit.

Oh well.

I guess this is me.

TIPICO TIPICO TIPICO.
Smosh is amazayn.

"Must you go? I was rather hoping you'd stay and be a ministering angel, but if you must go, you must."

"I'll stay," Will said a bit crossly, and threw himself down in the armchair Tessa had just vacated. "I can minister angelically."

"None too convincingly. And you're not as pretty to look at as Tessa is," Jem said, closing his eyes as he leaned back against the pillow.

"How rude. Many who have gazed upon me have compared the experience to gazing at the radiance of the sun."

Jem still had his eyes closed. "If they mean it gives you a headache, they aren't wrong." 
-CLOCKWORK ANGEL

Struggling Introvert, Atheist, You Tube Enthusiast, Nerdfighter.
Hypocrite.
Fuck Cancer.
THE ALPACALYPSE IS NEAR.
idk what to tell you.  I just want a sonic screwdriver.
Don't you just want to walk through a wardrobe someday?
I'm a Freak.
Lets go kill Strigoi together.