eye of innocence

This is a song I wrote in November 2011. I had the opportunity to record it in December 2011, and it was another step in a direction I’ve wanted to go in for a very long time.

At the time I wrote it, I wasn’t very sure what the inspiration was for me to write it. I just had a feeling that looked like the images I saw in my head…images I wanted to capture.
So I begun with some piano strokes and sang some lines from a poem I had written in Fall 2011.

Snowflakes were falling in my head…well…in a memory I have in my head.

In Milwaukee, there is a house surrounded by trees, with a nice backyard between the trees and the back patio. I’ve been fortunate to spend many breaks from school in this home. I’ve slept on its floors and couches and played its piano and have laughed a lot here.

One of the times I was in that house, flurries of snow scurried, but not too quickly and with an ease of gentleness, to the ground. It was a beautiful sight.

And in November 2011, a few days before I would depart there once again for a Thanksgiving getaway, this image came into my mind.

Usually, Thanksgiving is the first and last time of Autumn I go to Milwaukee, but November 2011 was different, as Thanksgiving would be the second time.

I’m still not quite sure how much of an inspiration for “Winterlude” the beginning of November was, but that first week of November in Wisconsin was cold and sad and bittersweet.

I wish I had known my cousin better.

I wish I had gotten to know my cousin better when he was here.

I think we could have gotten along quite well.

But the whole experience made me appreciate my family so much more and also made music more important to me.

He passed away while listening to his music.

The music he wrote.

I guess it was in my system…

to write a song

that could help his brothers, sisters, parents, friends cope…

to write a song

that could bring peace

and maybe even a little hope.


-hannah rose duperre

aka eye of innocence

Take What You Need

“I wanted to let you guys know that I am the original creator of the Take What You Need sign. It’s truly amazing how this has reached so many people. I made it in response to learning that one of my friends tried to commit suicide. He’s okay now, and for that I’ll always be thankful. I made six copies of that poster, using Sharpie and computer paper, and put them up in random places on my campus. I did it because these are the things he needed to know existed. They are the things I needed to know existed. And I felt like other people needed to know, too…”

-Katie, creator of the Take What You Need sign

via To Write Love On Her Arms.

#263: You’re Not The Best Cook


Okay so this isn’t me, at all. I’m very well around the kitchen and I know how to cook several things considering I’ve been to cooking school and I’ve also lived alone for a month so this is for all of you who don't’!!! I appreciate you too :^) 

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“Y/N…  I know you told me to stay out of your business and all that but your toast is burning.” He was so careful with speaking, almost too afraid that you would freak out on him but he couldn’t just stand there and witness the toaster sooner than later being caught on fire. You looked away from your magazine to see the smoke slowly build up from the toast that had clearly been too long in the toaster, the smell was even there but you hadn’t noticed yet. “Shit.” You mumbled quickly and ran over to take it out of the toaster. It was hot, warm, and completely burning your fingers but what you hated about it the most was the fact that Luke was right. The toast was completely black. “I-, I can’t even make toast properly.” You sounded completely defeated and at any other scenario he wouldn’t have laughed but this time he couldn’t stop. It was so affectionate you did it yourself before throwing the toast into the trash, deciding to start over again.


“Hold on! You’re cooking? Pinch me in the arm because this will either be a nightmare or a beautiful dream.” Calum commented once coming into the kitchen, four things were going on at once and you were battling to keep up with everything. “A beautiful dream I hope.” You said quietly with sweat on your forehead, if it wasn’t for the fact that you constantly had something in your hands you would have opened a window. “What happened? Did you suddenly wake up and thought ‘I should cook for my beautiful boyfriend’?” He questioned as he opened the fridge to get a water bottle. “Something along the lines of that.” You mumbled concentrated and searched for a spoon so he could have a taste of the sauce. He smiled when you reached out for him to taste, but once his face grimaced you knew the nightmare had come. “Hey…” He cooed quietly and placed a kiss on your forehead. “Efforts for trying babe. Shows you care to make me happy.”


“This is not to sound offending but they actually look good.” His eyes were wide once you took the baking sheet out of the oven and placed it on top of the stove. You were pretty impressed yourself, you had tried to bake cinnamon rolls so many times but they had never turned out to look like this. “Maybe it was because I gave them a bit of mixed egg on the top? That’s why they are so golden.” You observed impressed and watched him take a small napkin he could use as a plate. He also seemed very pleased once he smelled the small cinnamon but after he took a bite you knew something was wrong. “It’s delicious.” He announced like it was nothing but you grabbed the cinnamon out of his hand and saw it was completely raw inside. “Michael you don’t have to eat it I know it’s bad.” You mumbled but he shook his head in disagreement and swallowed. “I have to taste everything you make me, it’s a promise. But you know, some day I will end up with food poisoning.” 


“I can’t believe you’re making me do this.” You mumbled and hovered over the bowl to fill it up with some flour you were making for the sauce. So far so good it looked and smelled okay, but you would constantly look over your shoulder to watch for Ashton’s approval. “You’re doing great. Now just grab a bit of flour and use that to make it thick.” “But I just did?” You questioned confused and pointed down at the beige box you had in your hands. “Honey no wait that’s salt you’re using.” Silence fell upon the room when realizing what you had done and you lightly smacked your hand against your forehead. “That’s it I’m ordering pizza.” You mumbled and leaned over to grab your phone, you had already ruined dinner for tonight there was no way you could make it any worse. “Pizza it is then.” Ashton sighed softly and looked down at the pot, he wouldn’t stop until you finally learned the secret of good cooking. 

Collide Ch. 15 Sneak peek 2

I am ashamed to say that while i have got the first part of the 15th chapter ready, the other 2/3 isn’t done yet and has not even been started and I hate myself for it. I could tell you why I haven’t finished, but I shan’t because none of it would sound anything but pathetic excuses and none of it you guys have not heard before.

So here’s a sneak peak instead. Dedicated to my lovely friends @mcgonneville​ and @latifraise​ because I miss these two to death.

Also under the cut because, well, it’s dirty…i’m over compensating, okay?

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“Sometimes life is hard. Things go wrong—in life, and in love, and in business, and in friendship, and in health, and in all the other ways in which life can go wrong. And when things get tough, this is what you should do: Make good art.”

—Author Neil Gaiman addressing The University of the Arts class of 2012. This is a long, inspiring video worth watching… and re-watching.


As New York City continues to rebuild and recover from Hurricane Sandy, this time-lapse video is a reminder of the city’s unique architecture, beauty, and energy.

I am probably your average, broken New Yorker. Not only is it weird to make physical contact with other people, but it scares me too. I don’t like making myself vulnerable enough to get close to strangers.

But of course, Jon asks the crowd to put an arm around the person to either side, to be connected. And although I was hesitant to, I did and it was okay. Because I knew we were all there for the same purpose and we all shared one thing - we were all broken. But a lot of broken people coming together like a family make a whole.

I know that sounds cheesy, but it’s true. That’s what it felt like. I wasn’t just a scared New Yorker. I was the whole crowd, singing along…

“Our love is a puzzle that can’t be solved.”

My absolute favorite book is “The Perks of Being a Wallflower” by Stephen Chbosky. 

I have so many favorite lines:
“And I wonder if anyone is really happy. I hope they are. I really hope they are.”

“We accept the love we think we deserve”

“It’s great that you can listen and be a shoulder to someone, but what about when someone doesn’t need a shoulder. What if they need the arms or something like that? You can’t just sit there and put everybody’s lives ahead of yours and think that counts as love. You just can’t. You have to do things.”

“So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I’m still trying to figure out how that could be.”

Honestly, I could keep going. The whole book is rich with life, wonder, thoughts, community, love. It’s the most raw, realistic book I’ve ever read, and I will never get tired of it.