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.
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