&& ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴠᴀʟʟᴇʏ.

Indie Daniel "Danny" Vantas. Can and will be NSFW at times.

[the-write-ideas]

Post a picture of your faceclaim for each mood:

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happy: 

sad:

angry:

uncomfortable:

cocky: 

playful:

sexy:

[princvsx]

♡

[litoralll]

[likesplatterpaint]

buzzy little boxfish has errands to do and places to be.

[vastderp]

i hear jetson car noises when i watch this

[brennakrolak]

Reblog if you use tumblr as

A coping mechanism

A diary

An outlet

A stress reliever

[ss-k]

every day.

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{gghhnn..,,ill bbl???or tomorrow tbh}

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{i have to do it}

[mathprofessorquotes]

“This? Hard? This is easy. Finding a girlfriend - that’s hard.”

Response to a complaint that multivariable calculus was hard. (via mathprofessorquotes)

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{im Sick what am i Doing}

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itts literally all tumblr user jikaru’s fault

[virxdian-archive]

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Let us celebrate munday with this cute prom picture of me :o

[syntaxonomy]

You are, I think, an evening star, the fairest of all the stars.

- Sappho (via syntaxonomy)

[8-bitfiction]

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                                         I’m a 

                               LEADING MAN

                                  and my LIES are

                         oh                                   so                                           I N T R I C A T E!

[kingofhostsandroses-blog]

Haruhi caught sight of the stranger, quickly making her way over to them while easily avoiding the deadly pillow fight that was going on. She stopped in front of the other, offering a smile as she gave an embarrassed chuckle.

“Haha- Are you here for the sleepover Tamaki organized together? It’s a free event, so there wasn’t a guest list or anything.”

“My name’s Haruhi Fujioka.”

[cholericisms-blog]

Realizing he was being spoken to, his gaze moved to the person speaking to him, with a confused, surprised look on his face. This wasn’t the normal reaction to seeing someone with horns... and he wasn’t sure whether to question it or take it in as a compliment... if it even was that. Her words slowly settled in before he attempted to smile, actually managing a half decent one now.

“Oh, no, I was tryin' t'find someone and I guess I stumbled ‘pon a, uh... party, I guess. Jus’ a...” What was it in Japan? Peasant was out of date. ( Or so he hoped. ) “...commoner tha’ got lost, really. I could, uh, leave if I’m interruptin’ somethin’.” When nervous, his purely Texan accent tends to leak a bit more than usual, much to his partly obvious dismay.

[glitchedtimeangel-blog]

Davesprite was silent for the longest time after hearing those words. He was…conflicted. Part of him knew that the troll’s words were true, that he couldn’t just give up and try to push everyone away…But…another part of him refused to listen. It acknowledged the words but kept whispering painful words in his ear. 

He had no friends. He was already alone. He wasn’t even human. No one could ever want a sprite as a friend. How could he possibly ever explain what being a sprite was? He was a weird orange kid with wings and a ghosty tail…how could anyone see him for who he was? or…perhaps that was who he used to be…

“…If I told you something…would you promise never to tell a soul..?” 

He didn’t even know this troll’s name or why he was in his room, but…he hoped he could trust him. 

[cholericisms-blog]

At first, the silence had freaked the poor guy out inside, though he kept up his patient, understanding attitude about him, because silence usually meant rejection, which he feared at the greatest amount. It’s simply a fear he had; of course, he knew it was a ridiculous fear, but after being called a whore, slut, and skank for the majority of your life, rejection of what you say, and fear of being rejected becomes your life. Then, he let out a mental sigh of relief when the other person spoke. Daniel never saw anyone as less than a human being--whether they had wings, were a troll, a true alien all in all, or something chaotic indeed, they were a living, breathing person, who deserves respect, love, and a friend, whenever they need it.

“Anything you say within these walls is only between me and you unless you ask me to relay it to someone else, honey.” Those are the rules of the job, but his words are sincere--heartfelt, as if he knew what the other was about to say. And... in a way, he might have. Who was to know, though, what someone was to say before they actually said it? What fun would there be in talking, then?

[wildfairy]

Aries – You’re a cluttered mind. A storybook overflowing with all the dreams you had growing up but life got in the way and things just didn’t work out. The word almost is weaved into every ounce of your being. So close. Too far. Almost there. Almost gone. You’ve still got a lot of fight left in you. Taurus – Perfection is highly unattainable and extremely boring. There’s always going to be more beauty found in the chaos, in the longing, in the hunger. The chase. The fallout. Walk like you’re the sky set ablaze. Talk like the apocalypse is coming tomorrow and you’ve got things left to say. Forget about repercussions. Gemini – Open your hand. Open your eyes. Close your mouth for a minute, you’ve gotta listen to somebody else this time. You’ve got this talking thing down stat, but when was the last time you let somebody tell their own story? You can’t be a teacher if you’re refusing to ever learn from anybody else. Cancer – It’s hard for me to muster up any sympathy for somebody that willingly lets others push them around. You’re letting them corner you. When are you going to speak up? Bite. Growl. Sting. You’re not a welcome home rug to walk all over. Let them know they aren’t welcome here anymore. Leo – So you got hurt once before and you haven’t been the same since. You put up a wall that nobody else has managed to find a ladder tall enough to get over. You need somebody with a wrecking ball. I know you have to miss the light. You were never a fan of the dark. Hiding away from the world because you’re scared won’t ever let you get anywhere. Virgo – Okay, so the world is harsh. We all get it. The fairy tales all lied to you and you’re angry that you’re not where you wanted to be. Love breaks your heart and everything else is trying to chip away at your soul. So what? Don’t let them. You’re locking yourself in the castle. There’s nobody else to blame and there’s nobody else that can save you. Save yourself. Libra – The world’s moving too fast lately and you’re struggling just to stay upright. I know how hard it is to keep yourself together and not let pieces of you slip away. This life is constantly going to want to reinvent you into something you swore to never be. What you need to learn is that you don’t have to let them. Even when this whole world is turning upside down, you stand on your own two feet and swear you could get used to the sky being where the sea used to be. Scorpio – You’ve heard it all before, I know. You’re vicious but you’re mesmerizing. You’re cold but there’s fire in your eyes. Strong. Captivating. Mystical. Manipulative. Calculated. Unnerving. There’s only going to be a handful of people in your life that you’ll ever let see the soft side of you. You’re cold for the rest of the world but when they come around you’re burning. All those vicious edges dull away because you’ll be damned if you ever see them hurting. Strong but they found your weak spot. Captivating but your eyes are stuck on them. Calculated until you’re drunk and stumbling over the words to make them come home. Sagittarius – I talk a lot about lightning in veins, thunder in hearts. Eyes like city lights, fairy dust seeping off finger tips. But there’s no metaphors for you. You’re real and raw and it’s something that’s hard to define. It’s ever-changing and I think maybe you’re something like the leprechaun at the end of the rainbow. Maybe you’re there, maybe you’re not. Everybody is dying for that pot of gold but they all forget about who’s lucky enough to have it on a regular basis. Capricorn – I’m running out of words and you’re running out of patience. Writing about the feel and texture of silence is hard when my hands and mouth are on opposite sides of the fence. I’m trying to tell you about the way you make my brain stop buzzing, make me breathe again, how it hurts when I can’t stop thinking in black and white but you were a neon light, but you’re not here and now my teeth are chattering. But my hands know from months of experience that you’re hot to the touch and I’m the only one that’s ever freezing and I’m sorry it took so long to say but I don’t think you’re catching on anyway. Aquarius – You were created from the air of every beautiful place in this world. The ruins. The temples. The pyramids. The crypts. Nothing to be seen by those with weak stomachs. You were made from dust and passed down fables and all the witches burned at the stake. You were born into fallen royalty, from a heritage that won’t be taught inside school classrooms. You were denied your chance to be great before you could even learn your battle cry. Pisces – I’m always talking about the pure side that you show off to the world. It has to be hard to be told what you were meant to be. That you weren’t born into this world, you were a mere daydream that popped and appeared out of a wisp of lavender and sage. That you’re soft. That you’re too far gone. We all forget that underneath that sugar, you crumble into a toothache. Into something that can gnaw away and be born out of the anger of the riots, with a heartbeat like the drum of a marching band.

poetry for the signs #5, a.l. (via wildfairys)

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{is reminded of a failed relationship bc im questionably aro :)}