The Script 🎶 For The First Time

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The Script 🎶 For The First Time
I can't process how I will never see my fave band's guitarist--Mark Sheehan again. Damn, I love The Script ever since, and I know not much people will understand this, but it hurts a lot.
shoot your shot we're not here forever
I respect the moon's unwillingness to be photographed on a phone
One last time at the river
Mehlbeerensteig (engl. “whitebeam path”), Franconian Switzerland
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Anonymously ask me one thing & I'll answer it, no matter what.
Ask away~
anybody else find immense peace sitting in the car in a random parking lot
you will outlive your pain and your mistakes.
“We talk so much of  light, please let me speak on behalf of  the good dark. Let us talk more of how dark the beginning of a day is.”
— Maggie Smith, from “How Dark the Beginning”
“It was when I stopped searching for home within others and lifted the foundations of home within myself I found there were no roots more intimate than those between a mind and body that have decided to be whole.”
— Rupi Kaur (via rupikaurpoems)
So I accidentally started playing 25 different pop punk songs in 25 different tabs.
Beautiful mistake.
“Don’t ever tell me I need to grow up. No, you need to find your inner child again.”
— Woodland
“Hard times come and we revert to coping mechanisms used in our formative times. The only way to change this pattern, is not to push away the 5 year old that cried in their wardrobe, or the 15 year old full of confusion and resentment . Even the self destructive 19 year old, with not a drop of self compassion left. We have to greet these parts of ourselves, listen to them and let us feel their struggle again. Be kind to our past selves, so that our future pain does not bring them forward over and over again. Rejecting them only brings them closer, they take over to protect you, in doing so, our sense of self gets lost. Your adult self is trying to claw it’s way back to the surface, to use what you’ve learnt to be kind and to love yourself. But they are drowning in the unresolved pieces of your past selves. Imagine them sitting next to you, identify what they were protecting you from when they came to be. What did they need, are these things you have already given yourself now? or things you still need? Thank them for keeping you safe through your pain, they have kept you alive. Re-assure them you can take the reins, believe you can take the reins, then one by one feel them handed to you. We can’t hide from ourselves, but we can be courageous enough to hold hands, ask why and listen to all the versions of ourselves.”
— P.K (ME)Â