I'm a hypersensitive chronic escapist who is trying to eat your soul.
Well, seriously I'm so many things I can't describe myself with one sentence. I can be cheerful and humorous (my sense of humour is wicked and horrible, though) if I want to be, but there's always a hint of sadness in me under the layers. I've heard it can be seen in my eyes.
I like intense conversations about psychology, religion, languages, philosophy, ethics, culture, gender roles, love, the meaning or meaninglessness of life - probably anything. I love singing, reading and arts but have a love-hate -relationship towards writing. That's another story, though. The need to express myself somehow is often present but I'm not always able to do it because well, I've got issues.
Here's some other stuff I like or am interested in: cats, bulk candies, Pokemon, Japan in all its forms, 50's clothing, the smell of old books, aphorisms, personality tests, to do -lists, time traveling, the universe and the intense look you give me when you think we have a meaningful conversation.
FYI: I'm INFJ or INFP, depending on the day.