I'm Dan. I like to think myself a good guy, except when I am not. I'm sorry for those times, I am working on it. Um... I like stuff. Stuff is nice... Coffee, candy, music, books... I fucking love to read with a passion. I like movies. I hate people, hate getting up (from the bed, from just having sat down, etc.), jerks, bullies, liars, bullshit... But we are all, at least one of these things (Sorry to those who are bullshit). I'm angry at a lot of things a lot of the time. But when I'm not I like to hang out with my friends and make their faces smile :D I love my friends. I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for the best of them. When I listen to my music, I listen to it LOUD. Even if it is Debussy or some other dead old guy, hah. Whatever I didn't put in here you could probably figure out from my posts to the left. I make sense absolutely almost never unless it's imperative that I must, in which case I might. I always go hard in the motherfucking paint, all day every day. It would be good for you to never forget it. I'm here for you whenever you need me, just hit up my ask. If you actually read all of this congrats, you win my respect.
IM GOING TO STAB MYSELF IN THE FOOT I JUST SENT MY ENGLISH TEACHER MY ESSAY ON HAMLET AND IT WAS STILL NAMED “the fresh prince of denmark yo holla”