Coffee pots, steel hearts and crumpled paper. I write to vent, the words spill from my mind through my pen to create art. Word art, dancing on the screen and playing on your tongue. Light and airy, or dark and secret. Thoughts of all varieties fill these pages, so enjoy my word vomit.

my name is dan, not danielle × somewhat based off of the short film boy (HIGHEST RANKING: #2 in fanfiction)