The hardest thing Iāve ever done is face my demons alone. Now Iāll never ask another to help deal.... itās play time for me

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The hardest thing Iāve ever done is face my demons alone. Now Iāll never ask another to help deal.... itās play time for me
Numb but still so fucking overwhelmed
There are people out there. They will change your perspective and keep you thinking and growing. Surround yourself with them. Grow on every level; and continue to learn.
Lost in Between
I am nothing but scribbled lines and words
Written in a book
Filled with ripped pages
And incomprehensible thoughts
The ink ātwas pure black
The drops of the thick black ink
Spattered on the pages, quite depressing
The lines, confusing, a bit disturbed
The words can no longer be read
The meaning of it, can no longer be understood
And this is me.
I am the book and I am filled with stitches
I am the chaos within the pages of my own life
I am the black ink of forlorn thoughts
and Iām spreading page after page
Hoping to find something whole from the wreckage of myself
Trying to sift through, hoping to find some clue
I canāt comprehend
For I am lost and
I barely know myself.
Filled with thoughts thatās never been said
I keep on writing despite of the black ink spreading
I keep on writing
Stitching myself with words
Hoping to mend my ripped pages
I am a book filled with nothing but
scars and broken dreams
The tears they kept on falling
And I was drainingā¦
Drowningā¦
Within the pages and words
I was drowning
Can no longer be savedā¦
Can no longer pull myself up and emerge
Then, Iām missing.
I was lost within the pages of my own wreckage
And I am searchingā¦
For my old self.
Iām in a quest of understandingā¦
Hopingā¦
To find something in between
Before the spreading black ink
Conquer the pages
I am searchingā¦
Hopingā¦
In this quest of understanding
Am I losing or winning?
Within the pages, somewhere in between
Am I still trying, breathing? Or
a long time dead no longer existing?
And oh I have found her.
Phase 2: Through the fire; into the shadows.
Through the ashes he rises,
Only a shadow which gives great surprise.
A familiar sound comes of his voice.
Enemy to few, brother to less, friend to all,
He walked past them all to find only one.
Back in the world; which he now watches over.
Waiting to see what the shadows bring.
As he waits cold and silent; matches come ever so brilliant.
For what they donāt know; his time in hell, cursed him with fire.
āA curse?ā
Yes a curse, for once he is ignited only one knows to smolder.
A flame ever so hot, ātis mistaken for hell.
~Rerun
Rerun Burns Anew
An angel may escapeā¦
from the devilās dark pit
but his terrible voice
and the things he said to them
are something
they will never be able
to forget.
Re-turn and Burn
When they say you canāt,
Donāt give up he fight and rant.
Push further, harder, be the best.
You were born to be the best,
With no comparison to the rest.
Itās late, 20/20 you can see,
Pay the fee.
Nobody can see the movement in the ashes,
But through the smolder, begin the lashes.
No blood to you, only ones you looked at.
Wrong views.
Now wait for the flamed feathers grow,
And just let it burn.
~Rerun
Rerun Burns Anew
Rising
I am rebuilding, no demons to awaken.
However I rise from the ashes of my very own mistakes. I am coming back.
Rerun is climbing through the grave.
I just.
I just want the time all the country singers sing about, with āmy girlā. Where all the cowboy and angels can be seen. I just want to go to the bar and have you knock me dead from accross the room. I just want to go home and see you in my sea of dreams. I just want a little faith to go along with my wreckage. Where I donāt have to pay attention to anything but you. Where ever you may be.
Now itās your turn; these trials and tribulations have got my head wrapped 12 times so fast only Ruby Rose is going to unwrap this reducing mess.
My Honda Guy
We call the Autozone right? My roommate is answering the options questions and he stops after he says non-vtec. What is he fuck is VTEC?!!!
Dude my Honda guy has no idea what his vtec does. Brilliant!!!
R.I.P.
The words RIP have a great meaning. However you canāt help but to think if the last feeling ,anyone had ever felt ,before a life threatening car accident was peace. To my fellow racer out there doing 100ās put that phone down! I no longer have a right hand man because racers want to text and race! Fuck you guys who think you are above the lives of the racers next to you!
RIP Franco you will be missed and love on earth as it is in heaven.
The Tbird lifestyle will never die. Flap your wings and fly with the black angels buddy. Your memory will live on in my heart forever!
The Sting of Loss
You loss the one thing that you think you will be there forever. What do we do? We gain confidence but only after showing our ego that just because we fail we can rise up again and again. If you have importance in your life... why let it go. Unless your hand was forced. Reset your grip, turn that throttle, and rip away.
RIP Rerun.
Broken down
Broken down, only to rise from the ashes and ride the flame straight into the pits. We all deal with our demons. We all are growing and looking for the acceptance. Sometimes as much as we want to stop fighting. We know as an individual we have to push on to find ourselves true.