The Edge
fortheloveofdrossellaesbella:

Come here and take off your clothes and with them every single worry you have ever carried. My fingeritps on your back will be the very last thing you will feel before sleeping and the sound of my smile will be the alarm clock to your morning ears.

fortheloveofdrossellaesbella:

Come here and take off your clothes and with them every single worry you have ever carried. My fingeritps on your back will be the very last thing you will feel before sleeping and the sound of my smile will be the alarm clock to your morning ears.

derekhess:

"Thinking outside the box II" will paint later #derekhess #noose #angel #smoke

derekhess:

"Thinking outside the box II" will paint later #derekhess #noose #angel #smoke

derekhess:

"Thinking outside the box" gonna add acrylic later today #derekhess #noose

derekhess:

"Thinking outside the box" gonna add acrylic later today #derekhess #noose

derekhess:

"Thinking outside the box III" #derekhess #noose #angel

derekhess:

"Thinking outside the box III" #derekhess #noose #angel

I want to write a longer, better post about this when I have more time. Today I went to the abandoned house where I was raped nearly 9 years ago. I videotaped it. I had been scared of that place for so long. Since moving back to the neighborhood in August it tormented me. I was afraid to even drive down the street to the park, but I did that last weekend. Today I decided to run past it to get to the trails. But I felt strong, so I went there. Hales was with me, so I was safe. With her by my side, I can do anything. I went up the long winding driveway. I went behind the house, to the spot where I was raped. The blanket was still there. I took it, I called my mom and had her come pick it up in a trash bag (so I could continue my run) and I am going to have an epic bonfire torching that shit. The rest of the run was amazing.
I feel strong. I am not afraid anymore. I guess this means I no longer have PTSD :)

I want to write a longer, better post about this when I have more time. Today I went to the abandoned house where I was raped nearly 9 years ago. I videotaped it. I had been scared of that place for so long. Since moving back to the neighborhood in August it tormented me. I was afraid to even drive down the street to the park, but I did that last weekend. Today I decided to run past it to get to the trails. But I felt strong, so I went there. Hales was with me, so I was safe. With her by my side, I can do anything. I went up the long winding driveway. I went behind the house, to the spot where I was raped. The blanket was still there. I took it, I called my mom and had her come pick it up in a trash bag (so I could continue my run) and I am going to have an epic bonfire torching that shit. The rest of the run was amazing.

I feel strong. I am not afraid anymore. I guess this means I no longer have PTSD :)

When you dream about bad things happening, it means you’re still fighting and you’re still alive. It’s when you start to dream about good things that you should start to worry.
The Road
derekhess:

Sketchin #derekhess

derekhess:

Sketchin #derekhess