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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)


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

(Source: ratherbehardcore, via fools-word)

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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.

— 2 days ago with 7 notes
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three-am-faerie:

adventures-in-autumn:

Autumn Colours

            ↳ Orange

AHHH🎃

(via ttimetosaygoodbye)

— 3 days ago with 6070 notes

mountainheights:

Pianos Become the Teeth - Repine

— 4 days ago with 154 notes
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
landscape, 

the sullen blue 
taking over.

But tell yourself 
this,

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

— 5 days 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.

— 5 days ago with 25 notes
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theharderharmonies:

No rose, no sky as full of the beauty of the girl who dies but rises with every morning’s sun,

Alone.

(via deadly-hollow)

— 1 week ago with 1888 notes
My ideas are dragged in old luggage

the-broken-home-still-shines:

Ideas insulate 
us,
encapsulate us,

stuck in pill form
to remind us we
are still alive.

Ideas in monuments,
our hearts in eiffel 
towers who stood
the test of time.

Memory seems 
to jet lag along
with them

and when we uproot
does the heart follow?

Maybe it knew but

beats a half second too slow,

to stay there.

— 1 week ago with 7 notes
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A friendly reminder

Carrying dead
weight with
rusted chains.

Twine laced
luggage, fraying,
emotional baggage
slipping out.

My hands, skinned raw,
raised to never let go.

Time heals; my callouses for all to see.

— 1 week ago with 7 notes
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My ideas are dragged in old luggage

Ideas insulate 
us,
encapsulate us,

stuck in pill form
to remind us we
are still alive.

Ideas in monuments,
our hearts in eiffel 
towers who stood
the test of time.

Memory seems 
to jet lag along
with them

and when we uproot
does the heart follow?

Maybe it knew but

beats a half second too slow,

to stay there.

— 1 week ago with 7 notes
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pulmonaryxarchery:

"you cannot accept the things you can’t control,

and I know your mind is young but your body’s old.”

— 1 week ago with 1180 notes
Relativity

the-broken-home-still-shines:

They dilate,
the relativity
of our time
spent in another
opal eyes.

How infinite
their circles are,

light can’t keep up
nor escape.

The soul lingers even
if the theory breaks

or we do.

— 2 weeks ago with 7 notes
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Relativity

They dilate,
the relativity
of our time
spent in another
opal eyes.

How infinite
their circles are,

light can’t keep up
nor escape.

The soul lingers even
if the theory breaks

or we do.

— 2 weeks ago with 7 notes
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