hananadragon

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Birthday by hananadragon, literature

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Birthday

“What do you want for your birthday?” The car’s wind runs into my hand, pushing it back against the window frame, back to fields and trees and water and rocks and smells, running, jumping down a forest path with far too many roots, back to summer days in branches deep in the mountains, back to what I think is the past. Where the only thing keeping me from jumping into the ocean is my common sense, fighting a losing battle with the need to scream and rush and swim and move and fly free, free of the ground and mankind and predetermined destinations and time and gravity. Words are sounds without meaning that can’t keep

Corey by hananadragon, literature

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Corey

He had perfect eyes. Not like an actor’s, surrounded by makeup and dipped in eye drops; his were so natural, untamed and untouched, so much that you wanted to put them on wildlife reserve, and protect them, never letting them be tainted by modern society, unchanged, keeping the colors forever in a land of unwalked beaches and unheard birds, with nothing but the breeze making them flicker. When he smiled they sparkled, and when he laughed you could swear there were windchimes near, even on the stillest nights when the moon was half-way full, the clouds not moving to obscure the stars. And when he was sad you could see it, no matter ho

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Glorified by hananadragon, literature

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Glorified

And thus we returned from the dark: Bathed in glory but covered in death, And we could not be rid of it: Could not banish the cries from our ears, Nor wipe the fear from our faces, Nor the smell from our hands. Medals, ribbons, titles are insults, Worse than any wound inflicted by body or soul. For in our reflections we saw nothing: Nothing but an abuser, a devil cackling with beastly pleasure, Even in a stilled and frowning face. Yet we force our lips to smile, A "thank you, sir," strong handshake, Accepting a pat on the shoulder. Any who look, though, Must see in our eyes The same fear of those Who are gone.

Thought is by hananadragon, literature

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Thought is

I'm losing it. I don't mean losing it, like going crazy. I mean I'm losing my ability to write. I guess ability isn't the best word... But when I read other people's poems and stories it makes me realize how - I'm not that great - My words don't always read the way I want them to - I'm not good at descriptions My writing style, I feel is more fitted for short shorts and poems and stuff I want to write longer stories With descriptions and details and paragraphs without dialogue and maybe even names I don't know what's wrong I just Don't like how it sounds How the story moves itself (if that makes sense) It isn't happine

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A Sponge on the Floor by hananadragon, literature

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A Sponge on the Floor

I want to curl into a ball and squeeze my tears out like a sponge And hold still so I don't breathe them in again The rain falls down, the sky is gray Don't go or at least come back happy Not with sadness on your face like you always do A swaying song, a rope and plank tied to a branch in the wind An old oak at the edge of the field A secret cabin in the woods A stream with a bridge But you were never part of that, so I guess it doesn't matter It's gone now The tree remains but is changed The cabin is locked The stream is dry My memory doubts itself The music makes me tear up I'll curl into a ball and squeeze it out Maybe

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Spin It Like Thread by hananadragon, literature

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Spin It Like Thread

Spinning, spinning, Around, around, Just like the world and its fate of which I sing Forever, forever, Turning, turning, I tell the tale In song. I am a prophet, an oracle, weaving the time of another land Again, again, Praying, praying, May you be safe, May you be protected May you smile "I will find her, I will save this voice," You say, But I'm fine, I'm fine Just singing until I run out of words

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Artist // Hobbyist // Literature

Sep 14
United States
Deviant for 15 years
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Stand on Head, Stand on Feet:
I want meat for to eat!
I am the Dragon, here are my claws;
I am the Dragon, here are my jaws!

Ello ladies and gents, I'm Hannah.
I love oranges, colors and fruits alike. Except orange juice. That stuff is disgusting.

My icon was made especially for me by one of my ~~lovers~~ best friends, AShadowofTruth.

Pokémon wi-fi friend codes:
Pearl: Tohru: 2792 7099 3459
Platinum: Hanana: 3996 2886 1159
HeartGold: Leisa: 0732 7136 5167
Contact me if you want to do anything with Pokémon-ness.

Current Residence: Massachusetts
Favourite genre of music: WHY YOU ASK ME
Favourite photographer: Paternal Grandfather (Do dead ones count?)
Favourite style of art: Everything
Operating System: Mac OS Snow Leopard
MP3 player of choice: iPod touch
Shell of choice: Blastoise
Wallpaper of choice: Link's house
Skin of choice: The skin on top of pudding ^^
Favourite cartoon character: Gaara, L,Near, Matt, Mello, Maria, and Hanyuu!
Personal Quote: "Be the leaf!"

Favourite Movies

V for Vendetta, Lord of The Rings, and... I dunno.

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

A lot of different ones.

Favourite Games

Pokémon. Definitely Pokémon.

Favourite Gaming Platform

Gamecube... Or some Nintendo thing

Tools of the Trade

Pencil, paper, lack of patience, mind

Other Interests

Writing and dancing

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hananadragon

Aug 13, 2014

soexcitedicant

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Sooooooooo Pokemon gen 3 remakes are a thing. Which is old news but I realized I haven't expressed how EXCITED I AM OH MY GODDDDDD like every time I think about it - even after 3 months - I get wicked happy and stuff it's so weird idk that's all. also night vale is still my thing. oh man. so many excite. such ceciios. stop making me cry ok see you. also also, totally addicted to Squalloscope's music. So amazing. I can't stop listening to it like I don't want to leave the house because I dont own her CDs and can only listen to it online. here's one album: http://seayou.bandcamp.com/album/squalloscope-soft-invasions and here's another

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hananadragon

Jan 12, 2014

Night Vale Night Vale Night Vale

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Does anyone want to fangirl with me? Because Night Vale is all I do with my life, and I need more people to roll around and cry and fangirl with so like, add me on skype if you want. idk. Username is HananaDragon, cus I'm original like that okay byebye This post sponsored by Strex Corp Synergists inc. Look around you - Strex. Look inside you - Strex. Go to sleep - Strex. Believe in a smiling god. Strex Corp - it is everything.

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hananadragon

May 4, 2013

Nightmares and Trauma

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couldn't sleep last night.. well I could, I did, but I woke up at four from a nightmare and couldn't fall back asleep. I had terrible nightmares yesterday afternoon when I was taking a nap... See, I went to visit someone at the same hospital I was at in March 2008 (five years ago) and I think that brought back a lot of trauma... I didn't think it would be that bad but it was. I couldn't sit still when I was there, and on the way back I cried a little bit. We didn't get back until after midnight. I stayed at my father's house because Mom was busy and I didn't want to be alone-- I get depressed when I do that. I slept well that night, but when