Hello and Welcome!

You can call me Grymmarie.

I'm a Licensed Massage Therapist by day and Dreamer by night.

I love Silence of the Lambs/Hannibal and Labyrinth Fan Fiction.

I'm currently working on:

SweetBreads - SotL/Hannibal

Never Ending -Labyrinth

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A bit about me:

I'm from Portland, Oregon. I love the rain! I'm a geek. I love video games and comic books/graphic novels. Doctor Who, Zombies, Science, Red Dwarf, Playing hacky-sack, Photography, Just about everything really!

Places I wish to visit:

England

Scotland

Germany

New Zealand

Sports Team I root for:

The All Blacks (NZ football)

Portland Timbers (Oregon "soccer")

My Heros:

Nikola Tesla

L. Frank Baum

Marcus Aurelius

Lucy Lawless

Jim Henson (and Brian too)

Bob Kane

Men I swoon over:

David Bowie

Anthony Hopkins

Anthony Stewart Head

John Stewart

Ricky Gervais

Adam Savage

All that is just the tip of the iceberg.

Favorite Quotes:

"By the power of truth, I, while living, have conquered the universe".

"I hate these nerds. Just because I'm stupider than them they think they're smarter than me." Professor Farnsworth

"Discourtesy is unspeakably ugly to me" -Dr. Hannibal Lecter

"Could he daily feel a stab of hunger for her and find nourishment in the very sight of her? I think so. Would she see through the bars of his plight and ache for him?" -Dr. Hannibal Lecter

Don't fear god,

Don't worry about death;

What is good is easy to get, and

What is terrible is easy to endure

"The four-part cure," Epicurus (341 BC, Samos – 270 BC, Athens)

"There is no substitute for hard work." -Thomas A. Edison

"The three great essentials to achieve anything worth while are: Hard work, Stick-to-itiveness, and Common sense." -Thomas A. Edison

"The reason a lot of people do not recognize opportunity is because it usually goes around wearing overalls looking like hard work." -Thomas A. Edison

"You've gotta be a little skeptical. Otherwise you end up believing in everything - UFOs, elves, income tax rebates." -Adrian Monk

I woke up this morning with a funny taste in my head.
Spackled some butter over my whole grain bread.
Something tastes different, maybe it's my tongue.
Something tastes different, suddenly I'm not so young.

I'm just a stranger, even to myself.
A re-arranger of the proverbial bookshelf.
Don't be a fool girl, tell him you love him.
Don't be a fool girl, you're not above him.

I never thought I could love anyone but myself.
Now I know I can't love anyone but you.
You make me think that maybe I won't die alone.
Maybe I won't die alone.

Ingrid Michaelson