Ok... just to clear this up for the people who don't know, a hanyo is the Japanese term for half-demon. Although I must admit it has also been spelled hanyou.

I have accounts on Tumblr, Pinterest, and Deviantart.

All are under the same username.

DanielletheHanyo

You can literally google my username for all of these things.

Don't expect much from my Deviant account or Pinterest. Tumblr is my home.

I don't really have much to say so I will just give you the basics:

1. I love music, all kinds including the classical and traditional music of all different countries. As of recently though I think my favorite type is the Japanese music. I do not really like rap or hip hop though.

2. I am a major Transformers fan. Same with Star Trek too though.

3. My first anime was Tokyo Mew Mew, My favorite though is Inuyasha, and my first Miyazaki movie was Spirited Away.

4. I PREFER my solitude. I don't really like talking to people on the phone or going out in public. No problems with email though.

5. I have recently rediscovered my favorite cartoon Danny Phantom, and I must say that I had no idea it was being cancelled but if I had known back then I probably would have died.

6. A wonderful band you should listen to is ironically called Phantom Planet. There is also Metric. Another great band.

7. I hate the 2008 Knight Rider reboot.

lThat's about all.

Mirror

By: Sylvia Plath (1932-1963)

I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.

Whatever I see I swallow immediatly

Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.

I am not cruel, only truth full--

The eye of a little god, four-cornered.

Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.

It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long

I think it is a part of my heart. But it flickers.

Faces and darkness seperate us over and over.

Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me,

Searching my reaches for what she really is.

Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.

I see her back, and reflect it faithfully.

She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.

I am important to her. She comes and goes.

Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.

In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman

Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.

If There Be Sorrow

By:

If there be sorrow

let it be

for things undone...

undreamed

unrealized

unattained

to these add one;

Love withheld...

...restrained

A poem from Through the Looking Glass

A boat, beneath a sunny sky

Lingering onward dreamily

In an evening of July--

Children three that nestled near,

Eager eye and willing ear,

Pleased a simple tale to hear--

Long has paled that summer sky:

Echoes fade and memories die:

Autumn frost have slain July.

Still she haunts me phantomwise,

Alice moving under skies

Never seen by waking eyes.

Children yet, the tale to hear,

Eager eye and willing ear,

Lovingly shall nestle near.

In a wonderland they lie,

Dreaming as the days go by,

Dreaming as the summers die:

Ever drifting down the stream--

Lingering in the golden gleam--

Life, what is it but a dream?

“That's how you get deathless, Volchitsa. Walk the same tale over and over, until you wear a groove in the world, until even if you vanished, the tale would keep turning, keep playing, like a phonograph, and you'd have to get up again, even with a bullet through your eye, to play your part and say your lines.”

I'm that girl

The one that likes books more than boys.

The one who pretends not to be sad, just to make others happy

The one who always wonders what she did wrong

The one who writes to escape

The one who just wants to help

The one that really wants to make a difference

The one that sticks to her values

The one that refuses to believe that this is it

The one that will do anything to make a better tomorrow

The one who won't give in

The one who won't give up

-by linguisticsrock, Copy and Paste if you can relate to this

Did you know sometimes it frightens me

when you say my name and I can't see you?

Will you ever learn to materialize before you speak?

Impetuous boy, if that's what you really are,

how many centuries since you've climbed a balcony

or do you do this every night with someone else?

You tell me that you never leave

and I am almost afraid to believe it.

Why is it me you've chosen to follow?

Did you like the way I look when I am sleeping?

Was my hair more fun to tangle?

Are my dreams more entertaining?

Do you laugh when I'm complaining that I'm all alone?

Where were you when I searched the sea

for a friend to talk to me?

In a year, where will you be?

Is it enough for you to steal into my mind,

filling up my page with music written in my hand?

You know I'll take the credit, for I must have made you come to me somehow,

but please try to close the curtains when you leave at night,

or I'll have to find someone to stay and warm me.

Will you always attend my midnight tea parties

as long as I set your place?

If, one day, your sugar sits untouched,

will you have gone forever?

Would you miss me in a thousand years

when you will dry another's tears?

But you say you'll never leave me

and I wonder if you'll have the decency

to pass through my wall to the next room

while I dress for dinner.

But when I'm stuck in conversation

with stuffed shirts whose adoration

hurts my ears, where are you then?

Can't you cut in when I dance with other men?

It's too late not to interfere with my life.

You've already made me a most unsuitable wife

for any man who wants to be the first his bride has slept with,

and you can't just fly into people's bedrooms,

then expect them to calmly wave goodbye.

You've changed the course of history

and didn't even try.

Where are you now?

Standing behind me?

Taking my hand?

Come and remind me

who you are.

Have you traveled far?

Are you made of stardust, too?

Are the angels after you?

Tell me what I am to do,

but until then, I'll save your side of the bed;

just come and sing me to sleep.

Me

On my hands you can see ink stains

In my hair you can see little sparkles of glitter.

On my arms and legs you can see a rainbow of paint blots

In my hands you can see millions of pencils, colors, and brushes

In my eyes you can see a spark of curiosity and life.

The words I speak are filled with excitement and enthusiasm.

And in my mind you can see a world filled with extraordinary ideas and feelings swirling around in an endless whirlpool of imagination.

I am Creativity.

"Laughter is Timeless, Imagination has no age, and dreams are forever" - Walt Disney

IF they had given Danny Phantom half the attention or money they give to the mutant retarded sponge, DP would be the top rated show. If you completely hate Nick for ending production on Danny Phantom, copy and paste this into your profile.

The Girl you just called fat? She has been starving herself has lost over 30lbs. The Boy you just called stupid? He has a learning disability studies over 4hrs a night.The Girl you just called ugly? She spends hours putting makeup on hoping people will like her. The Boy you just tripped? He is abused enough at home. There's a lot more to people than you think. Copy and paste this if you're against bullying.

"Quiet minds cannot be perplexed or frightened but go on in fortune or misfortune at their own private pace, like a clock during a thunderstorm." -Robert Louis Stevenson

"All my life my heart has yearned for a thing I cannot name." -Andre Breton

"A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous." -Ingrid Bergman

"In taking revenge, a man is but even with his enemy; but in passing it over, he is superior. -Francis Bacon

Bad things to hear on an airplane intercom...

1. this is you captain speaking and i don't feel that life is worth living anymore...

2. we're cruising at an altitude of... ah hell i don't know!

3. could somebody come up here and tell me what this button does?

4. AHHHHHHHH!!!! just kidding.

5. would the flight attendent bring me a martini? and keep 'em comin'

6. this is...uh...this is...uh...your...hmmm, i seem to have to lost my memory...

7. passengers on the left side of the plane- does that engine sound funny to you?

8. good god steve! we're going to crash! oops-is this intercom on?

9. we'll be on the ground in ten minutes. one way or another...

dad things...

At age 8, your dad buys you an ice cream. You thanked him by dripping it all over his lap.

When you were 9 years old, he paid for piano lessons. You thanked him by never even bothering to practice.

When you were 10 years old he drove you all day, from soccer to football to one birthday party after another. You thanked him by jumping out of the car and never looking back.

When you were 11 years old, he took you and your friends to the movies. You thanked him by asking to sit in a different row.

When you were 12 years old, he warned you not to watch certain TV shows. You thanked him by waiting until he left the house.

When you were 13, he suggested a haircut that was in fashion. You thanked him by telling him he had no taste.

When you were 14, he paid for a month away at summer camp. You thanked him by forgetting to write a single letter.

When you were 15, he came home from work, looking for a hug. You thanked him by having your bedroom door locked.

When you were 16, he taught you how to drive his car. You thanked him by taking it every chance you could.

When you were 17, he was expecting an important call. You thanked him by being on the phone all night.

When you were 18, he cried at your high school graduation. You thanked him by staying out partying until dawn.

When you were 19, he paid for your college tuition, drove you to campus carried your bags. You thanked him by saying good-bye outside the dorm so you wouldn't be embarrassed in front of your friends.

When you were 25, he helped to pay for your wedding, and he told you how deeply he loved you. You thanked him by moving halfway across the country.

When you were 50, he fell ill and needed you to take care of him . You thanked him by reading about the burden parents become to their children.

And then, one day, he quietly died. And everything you never did came crashing down like thunder on your heart.

If you love your dad, post this on your profile.

The children had all been photographed, and the teacher was trying to persuade them each to buy a copy of the group picture.

"Just think how nice it will be to look at it when you are all grown up and say, 'There's Jennifer, she's a lawyer,' or 'That's Michael, He's a doctor.'

A small voice at the back of the room rang out, "And there's the teacher, she's dead."

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