Stuff-

I'm in love with the son of the Greek god of death. Who lives in a mind-blowing book, and is gay. Sue me.

I'm socially awkward. Fuck, I'm even molecularly awkward.

I'd kill for a Nobel Peace prize.

My common sense is in the hospital, suffering from a serious case of non existence.

I'll start to behave like a human being when pigs start to fly.

Species: demigod-bitch hybrid. (Research is still going on.)

Mother tongue: sarcasm

Allergic to: bull$hit

Bands: FOB and P!ATD

Team: Edward ROCHESTER! And also team Leo.