The name is Adam.... and im a big lovable guy


let me tell you bout myself. In pictures for those who cant read:)

Im really 1/2 nerd and 1/2 human
(Not me just he comes up in a nerd search engine)

Im immature but ill always pick you up when you fall down


You may think im fat but i maintain the thought that there is always someone better then yourself and lesser.


and besides all you need is friends


just be yourself


always say whats on your mind


Relax....enjoy life its not a race


I'll always listen to you but others wont


Im just a fun loving looking to have fun and make people laugh, hopefully with and not at.

music gets me buy some tough times


This comes in where music fails


I love spiderman...call me a nerd i dont care


Some of my favourite movies


everyone loves....


My all time favourite to wear



stuff i dislike so i can put writing i like in the dislikes

Not a huge fan of full time smokers...but ive come to accept them cause there always so gorgeous:p.


Being screwed over

So if I asked you about art, you'd probably give me the skinny on every art book ever written. Michelangelo, you know a lot about him. Life's work, political aspirations, him and the pope, sexual orientations, the whole works, right? But I'll bet you can't tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You've never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling; seen that. If I ask you about women, you'd probably give me a syllabus about your personal favorites. You may have even been laid a few times. But you can't tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy. You're a tough kid. And I'd ask you about war, you'd probably throw Shakespeare at me, right, "once more unto the breach dear friends." But you've never been near one. You've never held your best friend's head in your lap, watch him gasp his last breath looking to you for help. I'd ask you about love, you'd probably quote me a sonnet. But you've never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone that could level you with her eyes, feeling like God put an angel on earth just for you. Who could rescue you from the depths of hell. And you wouldn't know what it's like to be her angel, to have that love for her, be there forever, through anything, through cancer. And you wouldn't know about sleeping sitting up in the hospital room for two months, holding her hand, because the doctors could see in your eyes, that the terms "visiting hours" don't apply to you. You don't know about real loss, 'cause it only occurs when you've loved something more than you love yourself. And I doubt you've ever dared to love anybody that much.