Growth Grant Me Strength

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My name is Dom. what is there to say about me? Well i listen to hardcore music, i found a new love for writing, I used to play a lot of video games now i don't, I graduated from Rutgers university with a bachelors in history and a minor in political science. I am a normal 24 year old. Except i am dealing with major depression and it hurts me everyday. Everyday i wake up and remember that depression is a real thing and that my mind can be a dangerous place. Im working everyday to remember who i am, if you like you can talk to me.I am trying my best to be a better man. Despite all my fears i really am (being as an ocean)

Living gets in the way of life

i wish i could see the forest,

too many damn trees.

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#im sparce  #but i still read 

You bite my lip when we kiss
it bleeds and I fall in love

(Source: boesthius, via kawaiixblood)

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surviving a broken heart is so hard,

but once you do survive

you realize that

you are so much stronger

than you ever knew

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once you told me that in a dream we bought a vase and a single flower, brought it back to our house and placed it on our table and said, “finally this is what i have been waiting for for so long.” i hope your dream foreshadows our future.

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I don’t want to grow old

Chasing sand
through bottle
necks, hooks
anchored aching
to catch wisdom
teeth, reeled us in young.
The fickle feelings
slipping through
our hands, they crumble
just like our castles
that meet against the rising

I guess this is growing up.

— 3 weeks ago with 13 notes
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Patrick Flynn giving one last speech before the last song of Have Heart's final show. They left the stage with “Watch Me Rise”.

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Candles in autumn

You repine,
a mirror showcasing
for the world your 
candle wax skin,
your wick spine
and a hope for
sparks to burn
you down.

That gate 
shows a self,
but is it what 
we truly see?

Are your limbs
that long? does 
skin change in smoke
lines or just age lines?

So break those 
mirrors and burn away;

a candlemakers job is never done.

— 3 weeks ago with 8 notes
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Autumn Colours

            ↳ Orange


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Pianos Become the Teeth - Repine

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The rising one

The eve of dawn,
asking yourself
does the world
see me as the
rising sun or
just the setting one.

The chaos painted 
against an uncertain

the sullen blue 
taking over.

But tell yourself 

the moon rises 
as well and she smiles
back at us and 
that is enough.

— 3 weeks ago with 4 notes
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I heard myself instead

These atlas shoulders,
my own mount Olympus,
an uneven pedestal
(can you hear me from up there?)
Feet and voice dredge the
vines anchoring me,
my base to break,
my chains to swing away.
I shake the past
and the dust clears;

I stand up.

— 3 weeks ago with 25 notes
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