First time Im making a ‘blog’ so thats good. I’m not good at a lot of things I wish I was , like learning how to control my emotions and grief after being a high school dropout and starting my life early with no guidance and just myself to taking risks in music and creativity, but I feel I haven’t really fully taken risks.
Theres so much I want to do, I want to do and I will do because death is a friendly killer and I need to back away from him.
Im a Grammy nominated producer for geez sake and Im still at my mothers. I HOPE ALL THIS MUSIC I MAKE WILL SPEAK TO SOMEONE. I can’t believe I’m fucked up now and I didn’t expect myself to feel this way I always feel alone. Im getting older now.
I moved out to the middle of nowhere because I've really really been thinking about killing myself, like almost non stop. But also that getting away from a stale life style may be what I need to sew together my broken seems. I've spent most of my time looking up at the sky. The idea of infinity is something I find very beautiful. In another place there is a version of myself that did everything right running on stage with a arena full of lights pointed only at him. A version of me who took care of the family and made everyone proud. A version of me who will live out his day in pursuit of adventure and only that. I hope to meet him. I'm just the version of me about to turn 20 without having done any of that. My youth is really almost gone and I don't think any of that is coming anytime soon haha. Hopefully I can deal with it. If not I mean I have no problem with a complete stranger finding my body. Just so Long as it isn't my own parents.
I fell out of love with the devil, we said we would stay friends.
His tail was longer than sins deadly seven He promised me more than what was in heaven He asked of my lips not to tell He took me too heaven and then into hell. In the fire is where I started losing my sight Sins started calling me all through the night He wept at the sight of me going insane The devil was feeling my aches and my pain The devil was starting to become afraid Worried as he watched me dig my own grave Holding my hand down this road that we paved The roses turned black when the devil kissed my grave.
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