resmel:

Mmm

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a group of remarkable people.

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“i miss you like i miss sleep”

“Through my Lord’s precious intercession
I receive the forgiveness of my sins;
So, I will always serve my dear Savior
Until the end, for as long as I shall live.”

northwestblue:

dawes - when my time comes

it never ends. the sacrifices. there is always more to give. less sleep to have. more waiting. more giving. more lifting. these can take a toll on ones mind, body, and even faith. i’m tired. i don’t like being tired. it’s like a hunger that is never satisfied. 

fuckingupmymental:

thugz mansion acoustic

before i got hooked on these dope pope benedictions,

w no hooks, w no contentness in the way my life was driven

into its condition, i was tryna find peaceful living.

so 2 years ago, cali was the mission. 

problem solved, @least i thought. 

but every wave brought me back to the start. 

i traded peace for plane tickets & greater wisdom.

climbed summits two miles into heaven, 

still ain’t find what’s missing. 

on top of cucamonga peak i dropped to my knees, 

i asked Christ what it was to be a christian.

he said every man has his cross,

regardless of the life he’s living.

i speak this, to remind me to carry mine. 

while rhymes carry a wary mind through these scary times. 

and my soul still soars toward the pearly gates.

as who i am is taking shape,

through my early twenties, 

i was a student when he sent me, 

back in 90, and i’m still tryna find me, 

without relapsing into dreamed things, 

deep into the scene change. 

PTSD’ing, from nostalgia:

of the evenings, w an Eve, and

a few g’s of weed in the back seat 

on any given weekend. filter out the weed stems, 

and get too high to even fall into the deep end. 

stuck @ the top w a view to the drop,

and the horizon she crossed when she was leaving. 

can you imagine?

stuck here for two years and,

i can’t find a way down, maybe you can find me now.

still tryna find a way out, find me somehow. 

i can’t find a way down, maybe you can find me now.

still tryna find a way out, find me somehow

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1112pm:

My past isn’t pretty
but it is mine.
My past isn’t pretty
and change took time.
It no longer taunts me,
but sometimes it’ll remind me
only to work harder.

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thatgirlkathyy:

<3

I’m tired