skidaddled.

y'know. MOVED.

photo[ pold.

gimme gimme gimmicks.

they aint no cure

if they aint no sickness.

smoker[ nara. fontage[ parla.

checkmate.

the glass
by hana lee

there is a glass that separates us.
it is several inches thick
but it feels like 15 years.

i can see you through it
right next to my own reflection,
and it saddens me that that's how close we'll ever get
to being on the same side.

this glass that separates us
steals my words,
steals my thoughts.

so that everything that i rehearsed in my head
on my way here is forgotton.
and all that comes out is:
_________________.

blanks like a flatline.

i hate the glass that separates us,
murky with fingerprints
that have wiped angry tears.

it represents every road that we should not have taken,
but did anyway.
it represents everything we cannot fix
as much as we wanted to.

but the glass that separates us
in all of it's emotion-inducing power
actually does not separate us at all.

i think about you everyday because of it.
you think about us everyday because of it.
everything i do is dedicated to your memory
because of it, the glass that separates us.






model[ devon. photographer[ noidea.

clickclickboom.

hey martha cooper!

a pirate's life for me.

what doesn't kill you, only makes you
p a r a n o i d.

















paper[ garduno. wall[ krave.
yo esther and chester! i see you.

bread and butter.

1:53 A.M.
by hana lee

i found the purpose of life.
it's to prove that you are strong enough to handle it.
because once you find out that you're not, you die.
mentally, physically, everythingally.

you are facing a test of strength
where brawn is last to be chosen
because it is absolutely useless in battles of the mind.

a test of strength
where gifts wrapped in familiar faces holding beating hearts
are given to you and then taken away.
where all things material and all things not
are completely disposable.

fragile.

and the questions hover.
are you strong enough to replace them
with something just as priceless?
are you strong enough to keep what remains
to build something new?
and if not, are you strong enough to believe
in someone who can?

HELL YEA, SUCKA.

artwork[ esci.
stud[ rob.
and fyi, i am so NOT one of those crazy girls with the edward cullen shirts
screaming every time they see a twilight ad. i don't scream.
and i don't have an edward cullen shirt. yet.
*and a great big hello to m'girl vee from redefine.
i saw your comment down there. feels good to see your voice.

veng veng.

i rub palms in anticipation of his new album.
and never a more appropriate time than now.
sock it to me, you lyrical madman.
i need something to take my breath away.
i'm retarded [ em