Name's Leo. I'm a thing from Finland, been for approximately 22 years. I like stuff, namely coffee and good stories. I'm a writer
myself, but my stories are not good, nor are they original. I sometimes write porn of actual people and it doesn't seem to make me ashamed of myself at all.
I'm also an artist in training. Sometimes I do things.
This is my life. There's nothing else you need to know, because this is all I ever talk about. And yes, those are real skulls. My dog gave them to me.
I play Skyrim and guitar. Not in the same way, though, but sometimes these two mix oddly nevertheless. My character on Skyrim wears an ugly mask because he sucks and doesn't want to show his face to anyone, but everyone seems to know who he is anyway. Shame.
I've recently developed a thing for Gordon Ramsay, too. This is a secret however. I like travelling, and I travel a lot. These two subjects are not related to one another at all.
This is me on a holiday.
I don't like dogs. Or sunny days. I like cats and rain. Life doesn't always go the way you hoped, though, which is why it's currently sunny and I have a dog.
His name is Amon. He's almost two now. I call him Walrus or Walrusbeast and Dog most of the time and he recognises those as his names too. For some reason. He likes people, dogs, bones, blueberries and frolicking with rotting carcasses. He is made of sunshine and good things.
He's yellow but his underside is pink. Sometimes his underside is his topside.
The two greatest mysteries in life are as follows: firstly, where the hell do all the socks go and do they take the roll-ons with them, and secondly, how does the milk never spoil in my fridge?
I like people but people don't really seem to like me. Most people are scary.
I have a tumblr. You don't want to go there. If you do, however, then ( x )
but you really don't. There's nothing there. I warned you about my life earlier. Scroll up if you forgot already. I'll give you a hint if you're too lazy: it's supernatural
To end this, here's a ridiculous close-up of something I painted:
God`s Most Trusted is in no way an indicator of my unhealthy obsession with Gadreel.
And a final spaceholder for Misha Collins
, the only person who has ever made me feel alive.