JustDani:3

General

i’m a contradiction wrapped in shadow, lost between the lines of my own thoughts. i wear my heart like a scar, but somehow still believe in the impossible—the love that feels like it’s too big for this world, the kind of connection that could save or destroy me. i live in a world where everything is too bright and too loud, so i hide in the corners where things are quieter, where the dark feels like home.

Music

music is the language of my heart… even when it doesn’t have the right words. it’s the echo of everything i’ve ever felt and everything i’ve ever lost. i don’t just listen to songs; i live them. every note is a heartbeat, every lyric a confession. i love the kind of music that breaks you apart, the ones that make you feel like you’re not the only one who’s lost. give me the melancholic hum of violins, the rawness of a voice that’s seen pain, and the crashing of drums that sound like a storm i can’t outrun. i could drown in sad songs, in the kind of music that pulls the darkness to the surface and lets me breathe it all out.

Movies

movies are my escape. they’re where my heart finds solace in the stories that are too broken to be real. i live for films that hurt—ones that leave you breathless, the ones that make you question everything about love, loss, and the space in between. give me the kind of movies that make me cry for hours after the credits roll, the ones where the pain feels familiar, like an old wound that never truly heals.

Television

give me the shows that blur the lines between dark fantasy and reality, where the characters aren’t heroes, but broken souls searching for meaning in a world that doesn’t care. i crave the kind of stories where everything is a metaphor for pain, and every plot twist feels like a punch to the chest. it’s not about the happy endings—it’s about the unraveling, the slow burn of darkness that suffocates everything beautiful.

Books

i live for the kind of stories where the characters are all broken—where happiness is fleeting, and love is an ache you can never quite shake off. give me the books where the beauty is in the darkness, where the plot twists leave you breathless, and the endings are as tragic as they are inevitable. i don’t need happy endings; i need endings that hurt, endings that make me question the very idea of hope. i need to drown in prose that feels like a weight on my chest, that pulls me into the abyss and somehow makes me feel alive in my grief.

Heroes

my heroes aren’t the ones who wear capes and save the day. they’re the ones who wake up every morning with the weight of the world on their shoulders and still manage to keep moving. my heroes are the ones who’ve been broken by love, betrayed by life, and torn apart by their own minds—but they survive.