THM
As people age, when not handled with the utmost care, we slowly allow our inner child to die. Memories of the playground and our first time riding a bicycle become distant. And those moments of wonder and joy become more and more vague with every step in to society.

If ever I were to have lost all touch with my younger self, the day that happens will be the death of me. My existence would be meaningless as all my childlike wonder and curiosity becomes nothing but very distant memories.

And if all of that happens

As I die

I would regret knowing that I had murdered my own inner child.

As people age, when not handled with the utmost care, we slowly allow our inner child to die. Memories of the playground and our first time riding a bicycle become distant. And those moments of wonder and joy become more and more vague with every step in to society. If ever I were to have lost all touch with my younger self, the day that happens will be the death of me. My existence would be meaningless as all my childlike wonder and curiosity becomes nothing but very distant memories. And if all of that happens As I die I would regret knowing that I had murdered my own inner child.

iamamurderer.

As cliche of a metaphor it may be to compare things to an origami heart, that’s all I can think of. You hear of having your heart being crumpled up and thrown away in to the gutter. You hear of how the heart is fragile and that at any given moment, even when fortified with as much duct tape from past mishaps, it can be ripped apart. And, what’s worse is when you are the one who took that paper heart and shredded it in to pieces on accident.

It’s like if Edward Scissorhands had tried to hold a paper heart in his palms, only to have it fall through the very loving appendages used to hold it as the sharp edges tear it when his only intention was to cradle it in his palms as something more precious than a glass house full of gold and diamonds. 

Usually, this is the part where I say ,”It’s funny how…” But there’s nothing ever funny about knowing you have damaged one’s heart and soul.

To be the inadvertent murderer of something you cared for.

Night Shift
Tendo 3
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armadaboywonder:

Night Shift

Tendo 3

My group has dropped our official single off our coming first project. Hopefully it makes you feel nice and tingly inside.

 Go to our Soundcloud and like the song, repost it, and most importantly just show and spread our music for the sake of pleasurable listening.

https://soundcloud.com/tendo3/night-shift

Thank you.

A surge of hope can happen at any given moment. Take that and let it wash over you. Afterwards reciprocate it to the world.

As long as you’re breathing, there’s always going to be some energy to remain so. Hope in the size of a mustard seed is hope nonetheless

For heaven’s sake let’s just elevate.

Smoke haze and drink crushed grapes.

https://soundcloud.com/tendo3/night-shift
Me and my cohorts have dropped a new single as a taste of our upcoming first project together. Currenly being wrapped up, the project should be coming soon. But for now, click the link in the description to head over to our soundcloud and give a listen.

https://soundcloud.com/tendo3/night-shift

Me and my cohorts have dropped a new single as a taste of our upcoming first project together. Currenly being wrapped up, the project should be coming soon. But for now, click the link in the description to head over to our soundcloud and give a listen.

ecklecticsoul:

{Strolling Series by Cecile Emeke}

Sexism,Patriarchy,Racism and Colonialsm.Full Discourse

Sometimes, you don’t know what you want anymore. Sometimes, you don’t know how to do anything anymore. Sometimes you become sad. Sometimes, you become really sad. Sometimes, you never get over it. Sometimes, you will. Sometimes, you can be happy. Sometimes, the happiness doesn’t stay as long as you would like… Sometimes, I think too much.

upnorthtrips:

I let my tape rock, til my tape popped.

upnorthtrips:

I let my tape rock, til my tape popped.