Rambling and stuffs

[rickydronk]

Our yearly trip to Norway was a success this year, once again we traveled along Trollstigen, new this year was that we conquered Dalsnibban, traveled along the coast of Bud and took the Atlantic highway to Kristiansund. And not a single problem as last year. #norwaynature #tourism #trollstigen https://www.instagram.com/p/B0iZwtZpzuh/?igshid=r2cbl6up50zb

[rickydronk]

Still alive, might post some more images regarding the interior of my car, at least when its done #kiario #graffiti #sweden #car #custom https://www.instagram.com/p/BzM4n7AJ5zk/?igshid=sj7r8o6dbc9w

[rickydronk]

Lazy Sunday, sorry for the messy table #dog #lazysunday #comfy https://www.instagram.com/p/ByM7rNppsEV/?igshid=1gf6s57dfgu28

[rickydronk]

Rätt produktiv dag, mekat en hel del med bilen, så nu har jag ordentliga bromsar igen, och sedan lite grill på kvällen med vänner #diyrepair #körfortbromsahårt #kvalitetstid https://www.instagram.com/gamgolfi/p/BxVlxVxp3jK/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1p0ddpkq3bcy2

[rickydronk]

I'm tired of feeling worthless.

[rickydronk]

The past few days have really been a test of my own mental health. It hurts, but there's still a lesson to be learnt, and thoughts that I have put into a new perspective. And always remember, you're not alone with your struggles, you're not alone with any of your thoughts or burden that you may have. #mentalhealth #springishere https://www.instagram.com/gamgolfi/p/BwmhkXIpr_P/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=2ive9lb4cldx

[rickydronk]

A small update, I'm still alive, working and sleeping. I'm very glad that spring is upon us, all this light early in the morning is a gift. #coffee #code #spring #mood https://www.instagram.com/gamgolfi/p/Bv-3dvapDiH/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=197slwwvnah55

[rickydronk]

Why do I even bother

Hug me until there's no tomorrow.

Kiss me until there's nothing left.

[rickydronk]

Death

First of, before that you are about too read this, keep in mind that this is a rough draft, written february 15th, 2018. And this is the first time I put that text into digital form.

Death

And I looked, and behold,a pale horse. And its rider was death.

The sky behind him red, red as blood, beneath the sky lay the victims of many tortured souls.   Death looked at me, impaling me with his empty eye-sockets. Staring into my soul, my dark and lonesome soul.

His gaze moved from my unworthy body, looking over the fields of misery that lay before him.   The pale horse began moving forward, the rattle from her bones sent shivers down my spine. Carelessly stepping on those who entered the eternal rest.

As death rode away, I followed him.   For he was always there for me, and I was ready to become his servant, his angel of death.

[rickydronk]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YUDogDKMJbE

[threesixxtyfive]

Day One Thousand Two Hundred Sixteen.

i’m still learning how  to look in the mirror and appreciate me

[makeuphall]

[rickydronk]

Sometimes

Sometimes, I feel like nothing, wortless in a way. In moments like these, I just want to disappear.

Never to be anyone’s burden, never to feel like a disappointment. Holding all of these thoughts within me, not being able to speak about them, barely able to even put them into writing; weighs me down even more.

I miss the touch and warmth of others against my skin, I long after someone to love me, as much as I love that person.

Yet, I stumble on in my own darkness, trying to find my way out; trying to find solid ground. I someday hope I will find that ground, to be stable emotionally and be able to speak my mind without the waves of anxiety washing over me. I hope I will find love one day.

[thoughtkick]

“Because with the right person, sometimes kissing feels like healing.”

— Lisa McMann

[rickydronk]

Visit Original Link

Poem written by Edgar Allan Poe, year 1829.

I could have spent more time mixing and fine-tuning the audio, but oh well.

[allthingsaboutloveandromance]

[rickydronk]

I miss loving someone

[rickydronk]

Mörkret.

Mörkret närmar sig, tröttheten smyger sig på. Mina steg blir allt kortare och med längre interval, hoppets flamma dör sakta ut. Mörkret, som en gång var min vän som jag lämnat bakom mig, är återigen ute efter att omfamna mig. Att fylla mig med mörker och misär är dess mål, måla mitt sinne med enbart svart. Ljuset jag springer efter är avlägset, avståndet är oändligt. Ljuset är likt en stjärna, så stark den lyser och klar, men så långt borta.

Jag snubblar, och mörkret får tag i mina fötter, greppet är otroligt starkt. Mörkret övermannar mig, bänder upp min käft med sina klor och spyr svart in i min munhåla. Tiden fortsätter att gå, men den har ingen verkan på mig. Jag står stilla i tid och rymd, mörkret har omfamnat mig. Mitt sinne fylls med ett svart vakuum, känslor suddas ut, tankar om mig själv raderas. Jag är nu ett med mörkret, en individ som står tillsammans med många andra som fallit offer för denna svarta död. Jag är död.