yeah. so. separated by the people [in no real order, just what i've got in folders.].



( alice. )

( bella )

( EDDDDWARD. )

( Emmett, oot oot. )

( Jasperrr. )

( Rosalie. )

( Couplez. )

( Others. )

lordy, i feel bad.
so i have more pictures than usual.
cha[x].

[these are from the train, all the way back at model un.]















[i canNOT find this button. i am so angry.]





[this sign says 'for rent'.]



[these are a scary run-down repair shop place. i didn't put in the torn-down bathroom pictures i took.
we passed it on the way to solo & ensemble, and on the way back my mom pulled over so we could take pictures.]









[conor: my baby model.
not the most flattering picture, but it's what i got at the moment, a'ight?]



[my hurrrrr.]







[dude. this was in february or something.
that's only TAYLOR. the greatest. she rocks my socks.]



[more kendall]





[our lovers, ryan and danny, wrote us this note at model UN.]


[we called that night. but they didn't pick up. and kendall forced ME to leave the message. it went like this: "hey, sweden! it's cyprus! yeah, i really don't have anything to say to you, so. bye!"]

[ i had a makeup frenzy on sundayyyyy. buttons on the shirt, yo. a dollar at the thrift store. ]









[THANK YOU. and good night.]

[if you take of these any pictures, just let me know?
i mean, none of them are that good, but my 'mr.zimmerman' was such a hit.
just comment, if you do.
COMMENT ANYWAY.]

[these are of urban outfitters; they weren't open yet.
FEBRUARY EIGHTH. three days after we left.
doesn't that suck?]









[these are mannequins in forever 21.]





this is a picture i took while hurrying across a street;
the next is fake flowers in a box in a jewelry store.]





[kendall's feet; kendall's shoes.]





[some rather boring pictures of me.]









[last, but certainly not least, our second 'ipod guy', just as beautiful as the first.
i think we're going to start a collection.]

you're left with a mouthful of ten thousand wrong words.
it's all i got, but it's what i want.



sympathy was everything when everything fell short.
a text book example of a childhood in shambles.
it's not what i want, but it's what i got.



eventually i came to see that i was seeing things all wrong.
i put expectations on people who gave in -- my broken heart beats like a bomb.



life burns up faster than flames to a photograph.
a big stack of mishaps, so much time spent feeling bad.



despite all the beauty that drips right off our loved one's lips.
a child-like reaction that starts and stops in selfish fits.



i'm trying hard to stay awake long enough to see the day
where i can finally say i did something right for a change.



i turned to you in hopes that i will improve.
you turn to me but i just lie there half asleep.



you turn to him hoping he'll making you whole again.
i turn to her and in the end we all get burned.



i'm trying hard to stay awake long enough to see the day
where i can finally say i did something right for a change.



because god, i need a change.



misery loves company, but when company won't call
you're left with a mouthful of ten thousand wrong words.



it's all i got, but it's what i want.

it's compilation-ness.
[the bride then tripped and broke the vase
the one they thought would span the years so perfectly placed
below the mirror.]
be wowed.




















meh. religion sucks without you, logan! come back!


ha. this is so funny. kendall is totally the middle of the two.
abby's totally punkish, megan's completely preppish, kendall's emo.
abby has dark, dark hair, megan has blonde, kendall has light brown.
and lots of other stuff; it was tuesday at lunch. the best. we are cool.

i'll wrap you in angels.
just to keep you safe.

for logan.
because i want him to pass religion.
so that i can give him those rainbow shoelaces.

it's new. it's cool. it's too emo for my face.