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A simple smile can brighten anyones day

"Trust me I do it all the time"

My name is Dante,and only binaaaa can call me dee. I just so happen to be in my teens, Eight-teen to be exact. I call the Pacific Northwest my home [Clackamas] - Portland, Oregon for the geographically challenged - not by choice, but circumstance…

About me

Whats there to say I am a boy who loves life. I love art *especially graffiti*. I have been through a lot in the short time I have be here (and I am still going through shit) I am pretty random (like a hobo wearing a suit). I am constantly getting hurt doing stupid, funny, random things I go to culinary school and rock a chefs jacket with a Volcom hoodie. I am a guy who likes to take chances. I am an environmentalist....who likes planting trees . I try to live a compassionate life and I try to give back what I take. I like breaking the ice during an awkward silence I love to make people smile and laugh. My family thinks I am a geek and they come to me for all there electronic needs (although most of the time I have no clue). I also like having random dance parties (anytime anywhere). I am a member of several organizations including: green peace, save the music, surfrider, and peta.F.Y.I RAMONA CASH, MUNCHIE, AND DARLING CLEMENTINE ARE MY HEROES
Ok my favorite movie is lilo and stich. my favorite song is "stand up guy" by T.I.*its a song I can get my groove on to*. My favorite ice cream flavor is Ben and Jerry's Fish Food. My favorite past time is art. My favorite food is white rice. My favorite quote is "I don't beg for no rich man and I don't scream and kick when his shit does not fall in my hand, cause I know how to steal". And finally my favorite person is ___________?????? "idk it could be you"
There are few people on the planet that can make me smile and laugh the way binaaaa, eden, abbey, and moriah do (I thank you from the bottom of heart for being there for me when I needed someone to talk to)
I am looking for a girl who will love me for who I am. Someone who is just as strange and spontaneous as me. Someone who has an infectious smile. A girl who loves art as much as I do. A girl who will make art with me. A girl who will plant trees with me and help clean beaches. I want a girl who is compassionate. I want a girl who is not blind to the issues that plague the world such as genocide and poverty...(O and I also want a girl who can tell the difference between haribo and black forest gummi bears "they are not the same dammit")My Interests
I like to surf when it is nice and sunny. I like to do volunteer work. I also like to plant trees and clean up parks and beaches. I like talking to binaaaa, eden, abbey, and moriah. I love culinary school and I love being downtown all day. I love to have random dance parties in public. I love to stay up late and stare at the stars. In general I love being weird...........and I mean really out there type of weird(^________^)

At the moment: I Like making stickers
Random thoughts
11:54pm Tuesday May 30
Chocolate fights are amazing for the soul, and a full moon on a hot summer night brings back memories......all that is missing is YOU

ART

Ok this is a old drawing I call love, love, love. It has to be one of my favorites.I its a simple black ink pen drawing that took me a while to get right. SO I hope you enjoy=]poetry
Gaia’s Tears
Across some field nondescriptly beautiful I wandered, wonderless blundering through grasses throwing their beauty skyward waving my-ward to no avail until a sound gave cause to pause an ethereal melody sent on the wind, which understood it and became it. The song was just beyond the edge of my mind’s grasp but it was enough to change my course. Presently I happened upon a girl sitting by the side of a muddy brown river, her black, braids wreathed in daffodils. She hugged her knees and rocked so slightly, and whatever tune she hummed was lifted away from her mouth the moment it was issued and carried away by the invisible messenger. For a time I absorbed the ring of yellow lights splashed across her infinitely black canvas but then my eye fell downward to the holes in her shabby clothes to her night sky limbs, a mess of scrapes and scratches and to drops--black drops. I retraced the course to the source and found the daffodil princess crying gray-black tears. I asked her why she grieved so. She looked up at me with blue green brown black eyes ancient eyes eyes not fitting for a child. “It’s dying,” she whispered, never breaking her gaze. “Can’t you hear it?” I sat down next to her very still eyes closed and listened for an eternity. I could hear it.

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