When I met you, flowers started growing in the darkest parts of my mind. Unknown (via psych-facts) Sunday Feb 2 @ 07:20pm

Writing music gives me a power I can’t explain. Just like painting. For once, I’m not being taught something, I’m not learning about something that already has been creating, I am the one creating. The things in my brain I can not put into words, I turn them into melodies that are the deepest part of my soul. My brain is not what forms my music, my soul is. It doesn’t take thought, it comes naturally. I was created, to create. What I can’t put into a melody, I put on a canvas. When you look what I paint, you are looking at my soul. 

Sunday Feb 2 @ 07:20pm

I ain’t afraid, I’m already dead
I just don’t know when we going
It’s crazy how the devil gets us when we heaven sent
My hands already red, I lost so many men
Heavy is the head that bares the crown that I’m wearing man

Thursday Feb 2 @ 07:28pm
Wednesday Jan 1 @ 05:53pm

chapsnats:

THIS IS A BUN APPRECIATION POST

Monday Jan 1 @ 04:31pm

Never discourage anyone who continually makes progress, no matter how slow.

Plato

(via braceletofnoor)

Monday Jan 1 @ 04:28pm
Monday Jan 1 @ 04:28pm
cuteguyss:

Dainius Teišerskis
http://dreamer-rain.tumblr.com/

cuteguyss:

Dainius Teišerskis

http://dreamer-rain.tumblr.com/

Friday Jan 1 @ 05:51pm
I hope that someday, somebody wants to hold you for twenty minutes straight, and that’s all they do. They don’t pull away. They don’t look at your face. They don’t try to kiss you. All they do is wrap you up in their arms, without an ounce of selfishness in it. Jenna, Waitress (via endangerment) Friday Jan 1 @ 05:50pm
PEOPLE’S OPINIONS OF ME

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Acquaintances:

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My best friends:

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Saturday Dec 12 @ 12:05am
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