July292014

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10AM
maidinmontana:

untitled by Martin Rettenbacher on Flickr.

Ty’s Tuesday Tumblr Tale
(Where I find a random photo on Tumblr and write a story behind it, all stories are fake)
It was a chilly spring morning, snow patches covering the ground, seeing my breath cloud disperse with every exhale. It is the second time I am out here this season without my grandfather. We use to make it a goal to go out at least four times together. I had been hunting since I was able to hold the gun. Every year we would come back with at least one game. 
In recent years, the number of times to walk through the forests have became very difficult for him and in a couple of years, me also. 
We were both diagnosed at the same time, but the cancer was farther along in my grandfather, I still cringe when thinking about the day I lost my role model. 
My grandfather has been my father since my parents died in a car accident when I was very small. And possibly for the best, as the cancer we possess, would have probably took my mother years after my fifth birthday. 
The silence of the forest has taken me over, as it is the only time my father figure and I would be in complete control of how our life was going to go. We did not have to worry about the outside world and what was going on, only to what we will find in that moment, between the branches, in holes and in the trees. 

maidinmontana:

untitled by Martin Rettenbacher on Flickr.

Ty’s Tuesday Tumblr Tale

(Where I find a random photo on Tumblr and write a story behind it, all stories are fake)

It was a chilly spring morning, snow patches covering the ground, seeing my breath cloud disperse with every exhale. It is the second time I am out here this season without my grandfather. We use to make it a goal to go out at least four times together. I had been hunting since I was able to hold the gun. Every year we would come back with at least one game. 

In recent years, the number of times to walk through the forests have became very difficult for him and in a couple of years, me also. 

We were both diagnosed at the same time, but the cancer was farther along in my grandfather, I still cringe when thinking about the day I lost my role model. 

My grandfather has been my father since my parents died in a car accident when I was very small. And possibly for the best, as the cancer we possess, would have probably took my mother years after my fifth birthday. 

The silence of the forest has taken me over, as it is the only time my father figure and I would be in complete control of how our life was going to go. We did not have to worry about the outside world and what was going on, only to what we will find in that moment, between the branches, in holes and in the trees. 

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July242014
visualgraphc:

Das Handbuch: Hands

visualgraphc:

Das Handbuch: Hands

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July222014

bride-of-bucky:

The Two Key Qualities of a Classic Nic Cage Action Film

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1PM
samalive:

scottborrero
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Ty’s Tuesday Tumblr Tale
(Where I find a random photo on Tumblr and write a story behind it, all stories are fake, this one might be a bit true)
Most days feel like a rained out Wednesday. Even when it is steaming hot and my fan is on max. I work at least 40 hour weeks, four jobs and trying to make time for myself. Some might think I over work, but recently, there has been very little work being done, and its all because of these rained out wednesday days. Most days I have off, I don’t end up doing what I want, I get distracted, I can’t focus, I can’t stay involved in my work and this is becoming really bad. Procrastination has always been the worst of me, rolling weeks of not doing anything, rewriting the same list to do, only adding every week and not moving forward. Until the list is so full I feel over whelmed by things to do. Bring us to mostly wet rained out Wednesdays. 
Music helps me some what, but I still mostly resort to Netflix when I either don’t get something, just gets bored or just doesn’t know where to start something and get into it. Recently I have been giving up on programming because I have a huge amount of doubt in my mind about getting a full job in the Fall, which is still a month and more away, but its creeping up and it is scaring me more and more every day. 
I took a tumble when I came back from the big city, well not the big apple, but a city. Having my own place just felt like I had kinda stuff figured out, but I didn’t have a clue what my future would bring and I am still kinda worried. I have a lot still to do before the end of August and to be able to pull it all off, I need a plan. But when I make a plan it never pans out and I usually come back to “got to make a plan” pretty quickly. 
The hardest part of this all is that I know where I want to be, I know how to get there, but I just don’t have the determination that I really need to accomplish it all. And to believe it or not, I really should. 
Time to change the page, grab an umbrella, get into shelter and work, work as much as I can, grasping as much as I can.

samalive:

scottborrero

(Source: SamAlive)

Ty’s Tuesday Tumblr Tale

(Where I find a random photo on Tumblr and write a story behind it, all stories are fake, this one might be a bit true)

Most days feel like a rained out Wednesday. Even when it is steaming hot and my fan is on max. I work at least 40 hour weeks, four jobs and trying to make time for myself. Some might think I over work, but recently, there has been very little work being done, and its all because of these rained out wednesday days. Most days I have off, I don’t end up doing what I want, I get distracted, I can’t focus, I can’t stay involved in my work and this is becoming really bad. Procrastination has always been the worst of me, rolling weeks of not doing anything, rewriting the same list to do, only adding every week and not moving forward. Until the list is so full I feel over whelmed by things to do. Bring us to mostly wet rained out Wednesdays. 

Music helps me some what, but I still mostly resort to Netflix when I either don’t get something, just gets bored or just doesn’t know where to start something and get into it. Recently I have been giving up on programming because I have a huge amount of doubt in my mind about getting a full job in the Fall, which is still a month and more away, but its creeping up and it is scaring me more and more every day. 

I took a tumble when I came back from the big city, well not the big apple, but a city. Having my own place just felt like I had kinda stuff figured out, but I didn’t have a clue what my future would bring and I am still kinda worried. I have a lot still to do before the end of August and to be able to pull it all off, I need a plan. But when I make a plan it never pans out and I usually come back to “got to make a plan” pretty quickly. 

The hardest part of this all is that I know where I want to be, I know how to get there, but I just don’t have the determination that I really need to accomplish it all. And to believe it or not, I really should. 

Time to change the page, grab an umbrella, get into shelter and work, work as much as I can, grasping as much as I can.

July212014
9AM

heliolisk:

listening to your favorite song as it gets closer to the chorus
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July162014
July152014
Ty’s Tuesday Tumblr Tale
(Where I find a random photo on Tumblr and write a story behind it, all stories are fake) 
I would be lying if I said I was having a good high school life. It was been terrible, actually even worse. I haven’t even been able to keep any of my friends. I jump from group to group because I am not good enough for only one. I also have been switched to two schools since last June. 
I spend most days drawing in my book and walking in the forest near our place. My mom doesn’t have time to worry about me, since she has to pull double shifts to keep up on bills. I offered to stop going to get help or to drop out of school and help but she doesn’t want what happened to effect us. 
My dad was a successful business man back in Detroit, but the last couple years he has slowly closed up. I know that it is been a year since he killed himself but whenever I try to close my eyes, I see him there. 
I found him, after the second and final attempt. My friends and I came home from school one day early, we cut last period, who needs social studies anyways. We were going to go swimming at my place, cool off since it was a hot summer day. I went into the garage to grab some beers out of the beer fridge and I found him there.
That fall my mother and I had to downsize and move, for the greater good, a new beginning. But traveling as far away from that city as we could, I still have nightmare about it.
 I miss him so much.

Ty’s Tuesday Tumblr Tale

(Where I find a random photo on Tumblr and write a story behind it, all stories are fake) 

I would be lying if I said I was having a good high school life. It was been terrible, actually even worse. I haven’t even been able to keep any of my friends. I jump from group to group because I am not good enough for only one. I also have been switched to two schools since last June. 

I spend most days drawing in my book and walking in the forest near our place. My mom doesn’t have time to worry about me, since she has to pull double shifts to keep up on bills. I offered to stop going to get help or to drop out of school and help but she doesn’t want what happened to effect us.

My dad was a successful business man back in Detroit, but the last couple years he has slowly closed up. I know that it is been a year since he killed himself but whenever I try to close my eyes, I see him there.

I found him, after the second and final attempt. My friends and I came home from school one day early, we cut last period, who needs social studies anyways. We were going to go swimming at my place, cool off since it was a hot summer day. I went into the garage to grab some beers out of the beer fridge and I found him there.

That fall my mother and I had to downsize and move, for the greater good, a new beginning. But traveling as far away from that city as we could, I still have nightmare about it.

 I miss him so much.

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