octavius quandavius dingle
he’s the king of hotness, the god of jokes, and the reason why everyone else is just sad. he’s got muscles so big they could lift a car, and he’s so cool that he doesn’t even care about being perfect.
he looked at me and i forgot how to breathe. i’m just a normal person, and he’s a god.
i tried to copy his style and now my dog hates me. he’s that good.
he’s the reason why i failed my math test. i was too busy staring at him.