#tagmeme.

Nobody’s crush .

You are probably a good person, but you don’t let other people get to know you. You should be more confident and kind, that way you could get better at socializing and also get more friends. You need more friends.

The ideal crush .

[ Rain. ] melancholy at best. introspective. severely misunderstood. pleasure in the subdued. helping in your own way. dreams in poetry. the slowness of falling asleep. refreshing meditation.

[ Sun. ] sunbleached clothes. futures that are too bright. everything at arm’s length. balancing intensity. blind encouragement. comfort of sleep. distracting sunspots in your vision. necessity of growth. 

[ Storm. ] chaos with a purpose. emotions running high. natural comfortable anarchy. high volume. leaving your mark. brief flashes of violence. rambling quickly. the intensity of desire. 

[ Wind. ] running towards instead of away. instinctive motivation. making an impact. knows everyone who knows anyone. playful pranks. mood swings in a split second. collecting old trinkets. uncontrollable focus. 

[ Snow. ] serene on the surface. cold blooded heart. love it or hate it attitude. good memories. heavy discussions. sharp determination. relentless resolve. not as scary as it seems.

ROMANCE:  love poems. flickering candles. conversations in the meadow. roses. midnight meetings. silk dresses. long phone calls. spilling your heart out. curtains blowing in the breeze. cheap paperbacks. the sun’s reflection on the water. smooth jazz. waiting for something to happen.blushing cheeks. kisses in the rain. faded polaroids. noses bumping. floral perfume. a restless spirit. oil paintings on canvas. hiding under an awning during a thunderstorm. candlelit dinners. horse drawn carriages. sunset views. smeared lipstick.

ACTION: streetlights reflected on rainy pavements. a phone alarm. rapid texting. the smell of smoke. aggression. the natural instinct to fight. dramatic reunions. distant gunfire. funerals in the rain. the coppery scent of blood. solitude. fierce protective instincts.  doomed to fail. driving too fast.near death experiences. inner turmoil. running through crowds. expensive watches. tired eyes. overnight plane rides. cold cups of coffee. dangerous secrets.  lying through your teeth. bullet holes.

HORROR:  a distant farmhouse. congealed blood on the hardwood. ice picks. tilted headstones. bare feet on the carpet. splintering wood. masks that hide who you really are underneath.quiet summer camps. ghost stories. locked rooms. sharp knives. a full moon. the scent of rust. grasping hands searching for something to hold. last minute decisions. bags under your eyes. a cross hung on the wall. crawling maggots. the carcass of a dead animal. an abandoned hotel. blood-soaked clothes. broken bones.the sound of glass shattering.

ADVENTURE: gnarled rope between your fingers as you hold on for dear life. glittering gold in a dark room. snakes. an incoming sandstorm. the consequences of your actions .hidden secrets. an unopened door. a leap of faith. squeezing your best friend’s hand. shelves of dusty books. ancient curses. the smell of fire. crumbling buildings. complicated puzzles. mystery novels. footsteps echoing in a large room. smudged lenses on glasses. warm skin. doing what’s right. dirt under your fingernails. scribbled notes. cobwebs blocking your path.

COMEDY: friends you’ve known for years. crowded comedy clubs. crescent moons. open mics. out of tune pianos. a messy desk. leather messenger bags. stacks of papers. huge sweaters. bitten nails. ordering takeout every night. dog-eared pages. unmade beds. hand movements and broad gestures. the smell of the subway.  colorful graffiti on brick buildings. big dreams. enthusiastic phone calls. rejection letters. the heat of stage lights. pulling pranks. restless sleep. cold showers. laughing until you’re crying. half-finished ideas. tiny apartments. velvet curtains. cheap alcohol.

Tagged By: @gruusha for dai dark n wiz ty!!

daisuke: the whiniest dark that schlumps around wailing that he doesn't wanna do anything and that everything sucks will always be daisuke and not actually dark's conscience itself. there's plenty of times where daisuke's too depressed or demotivated to kick his heart rate up to transform back out of dark's body, so he mopes around with it howl-pendragon-style until he can. within a safe area or around trusted others there's generally no reason for anything to be a huge deal, (his family certainly doesn't bother to treat him any differently) but daisuke still makes it one thanks to the little things like no longer fitting his preferred clothes and then smaller sofas, beds, or bathtubs (dark's frame is too different and too tall) or accidentally biting his tongue or the inside of his mouth thanks to dark's teeth (they're sharp; he's clumsy, he's doing this at the dinner table,) or unintentionally knocking things over because of dark's wings (do NOT jump out of nowhere and scare him as a prank because something will probably break) etc etc until everything starts to get to him. dark's face and figure themselves still instinctively frighten daisuke, so even the sudden sight alone of himself in a full-body mirror will make him flinch and jump and (you can probably guess it) Start Whining. it's dai who sometimes 'acts his age,' which really means turning childish and stubborn like a Big Baby.

dark: dances like nobody's watching and bursts out in song to nobody in particular in his very best moods before sleeping for 18 hrs. if he's not stealing and if daisuke's asleep leaving him in charge of the body for whatever reason, he is 999% going to be planted lounging and loafing around on a couch in the niwa's family mansion until something happens or someone needs him. normal teenager things really

love letters .

love to you is sitting down for an hour and unleashing your heart onto a page, and once you're done you fill the envelope with a daisy from when you strolled the park last week and a carnival ticket from last night. and then you finally seal it with a personalized stamp. your an open beating heart begging to be held in someone's forgiving palms. you're sweet to your core and have a flair of extravagance. you wear your heart on your sleeve, ‘cause who doesn't want to shout their love from the top of rooftops. you dream of soulmates and happy endings, sometimes to your detriment. you can tend to exaggerate and lose touch with reality, so be wary of how you make people out to be in your head. you have a gentle heart, be careful with it.

HANDS .

like the epitome of intricate rituals. you were probably a pulling pigtails type of kid. It's hard for you to decipher your feelings half the time, and when you do it’s even harder for you to communicate them. when you’re in love everything tends to be magnified. you get riled up from a gentle pinky brush, you lose your mind over a shoulder graze. your balled up fist waiting for someone to unravel you. i’m strong nine-tenths of the day — i have to be, just to survive. what i need is someone i can be weak with, ect. ect.

no, but that’s ok. you’re remembered fondly for generations after this one.

songs will be sang of your name, it will be invoked during dinners and bedtime stories. youre not truly gone, not really.

no, no one did.

you were all doomed from the beginning , but by god the journey was beautiful wasn't it? the friends you made, the songs you sang all screamed one thing: I LIVED. who else can say that?