Age: I'm legal.

Birthday: February 30th

Status: Not committed to anyone.

Country: My President Is Black.

Hair Color: The color you see when you close your eyes.

Eye Color: The colors of the moon and stars. The colors of oceans and fields of wheat.

Most of my stories will contain love. And not that mushy, fluffy 'i wanna write our initials into a tree' love.

It will be aerious love, real love, and most of all- seemingly unattainable, perfect love. My greatest hope is that everyone find the love that I write about.

Honestly, I'm not someone people 'get' right away.

I like...no no...I fucking love music.

Fiona Apple. Elvis Costello. Death Cab For Cutie. Jay-Z. Jack's Mannequin. Queen. A Fine Frenzy.

(And thanks to youpi, I am now a huge fan of Emily Haines!)

I would trade every boy I've ever loved, for just ONE date with Edgar Allen Poe.

I live in New York City, but I will move to Alaska or Canada, hopefully. I'm hoping for a never-ending winter.

And free health care.

I am a sucker for good poetry, LIKE in an obsessive way.

As I was walking up the stair
I met a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today.
I wish, I wish he'd stay away.

-Hughes Mearns.

"To the well organized mind, death is but the next great adventure." - Albus Dumbledore.