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So I'm Tyler (or Ty), and I am the strangest contradiction you will ever meet...until you break the surface.

I'm a volunteer EMT working on making a career. Trying to get my act together in school. I once was a musician. I once rode motocross. And at times I think I can write poetry. My hero is Robin Hood. And I'm 22. Think that's all the random facts...but don't be afraid to ask.

I'm the guy who will always try his best. His best to be kind, his best to be fair, and his best to be caring. And I am always willing to welcome new faces into my life. I give everyone a chance, don't ruin it. I am overprotective of those I love; because they mean the world to me. And I live by the words "Honor. Chivalry. Pride"; if you care to know more about my code I am always grateful for the chance to explain to honest ears.

I guess that's really about it. My ask is always open and messages are always appreciated.


*** And a special note to my followers who are going through a tough time, are victim of a disorder, or just want to talk; please message me. I don't give advice. I never will because it goes against what I believe. But I will always share the lessons I've learned if you ask. And if you don't want them, but want someone to talk at/with, I'm all eyes and ears. You have my word.


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annabellalovesyou:

itrybutitshows:

Omg imagine if it was pouring with rain and just ugh so cosy and umf



Imagine waking up in the middle of a snowstorm. It’d be like a reverse snowglobe.
REVERSE.
SNOWGLOBE.

    thebrigeedarocks:

    annabellalovesyou:

    itrybutitshows:

    Omg imagine if it was pouring with rain and just ugh so cosy and umf

    image

    Imagine waking up in the middle of a snowstorm. It’d be like a reverse snowglobe.

    REVERSE.

    SNOWGLOBE.

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  6. The Life of an Addicted Poet

    The life of an Addicted Poet

    Writing poetry is an interesting thing. The problem isn’t a matter of what poetry is, but rather the point behind it…

    Some poets will write to relate. They sit down at the end of each day and write. They’ll write their experiences, they’ll write their lessons, and they’ll share their troubles. All in the hopes of relating to someone.

    Some poets will write for the fame. They’ll do their best to write all day long, what the fans want to read or hear. The “you fill my pockets and I’ll fill your heart” type. They’ll follow the rules. They’ll follow example. But really they’ll follow their fans.

    Some poets write to read. They really don’t have much to be said about them other than sometimes it helps to see words on a page.

    But you see, then there are the addicts. I am one. And to the addicts it’s not about relating, fame, or words. But rather reaching everything in between. Because it’s the addicts who will struggle to stay up all night long trying to write. But those aren’t the nights they write about, no. Because they also have nights where they can’t hardly blink an eye; their heart, their head, both running in different directions. Nights they’ll feel so torn apart. Nights they’ll feel so missing, so lost. The nights where they don’t want….can’t…write a single word. Because they can’t think straight. They can’t feel solidity. It’s all….within you. And so you struggle staying up the next night to write it all out. Not to reflect upon it. Not to see it written on a page. But for what’s in between. Simply the act of expelling it from your body. The opening of the flood gates. Because you see, poetry is a drug. It’s about chasing a high and catching a release. Something that teaches you to let go. Something that you need. I struggle to even read poetry at times. Though I can’t not write it…

    And that, to me is what poetry is about. Relating. Fame. Struggles. Sure, it’s about all of that. But in reality it’s everything deeper than the words. Everything that connects the three. That to me is poetry.

    My name is Tyler Tugman, and I am an addicted Poet.

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  8. Fuck this job.

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  10. "I think about dying but I don’t want to die, not even close. In fact my problem is the complete opposite. I want to live, I want to escape. I feel trapped and bored and claustrophobic, theres so much to see and so much to do but I somehow still find myself doing nothing at all. I’m wasting every second, even now i’m writing this when I should be out there, I should be living. I’m still here in this metaphorical bubble of existence and I can’t quite figure out what the hell i’m doing or how to get out."

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  12. I can’t wait to get out of here. I just wish I knew you’d miss me once I’m gone.

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thighetician:

yayabeauty:

Daytona Beach father beats man he found raping child, police say
A Daytona Beach father who walked in on a man sexually battering his 11-year-old son Friday said he did what he had a right to do and beat the man unconscious leaving him in a puddle of blood, according to a 9-1-1 call.
“I just walked in a grown man molesting …,” the upset father told a dispatcher. “And I got him in a bloody puddle for you officer.”
Police responding to the Daytona Beach home at 1:07 a.m. Friday after the father called them found Raymond Frolander, 18, of Holly Hill lying motionless on the living room floor. Frolander had several knots on his face and was bleeding from the mouth, an arrest report shows.
The 35-year-old unidentified father told police that he walked in on Frolander and interrupted him as Frolander sexually battered the boy.
Asked if any weapons were involved, the father said “my foot and my fist.”
“I didn’t proceed to ask him any questions sir,” the father said. “He is nice and knocked out on the floor for you. I drug him out to the living room.”
Asked if the man was injured, the father said he believed Frolander needed help.
“Send an ambulance. He is going to need one,” the father said.
‘“He stood up and his pants were around his ankles and NOTHING ELSE NEEDED TO BE SAID,” the father said. “I did whatever I got a right to do except I didn’t kill him.”
“You are damn lucky boy that I love my God,” the man said on the telephone to 9-1-1.”












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Good for him.

    authorkimberlyrussell:

    thighetician:

    yayabeauty:

    Daytona Beach father beats man he found raping child, police say

    A Daytona Beach father who walked in on a man sexually battering his 11-year-old son Friday said he did what he had a right to do and beat the man unconscious leaving him in a puddle of blood, according to a 9-1-1 call.

    “I just walked in a grown man molesting …,” the upset father told a dispatcher. “And I got him in a bloody puddle for you officer.”

    Police responding to the Daytona Beach home at 1:07 a.m. Friday after the father called them found Raymond Frolander, 18, of Holly Hill lying motionless on the living room floor. Frolander had several knots on his face and was bleeding from the mouth, an arrest report shows.

    The 35-year-old unidentified father told police that he walked in on Frolander and interrupted him as Frolander sexually battered the boy.

    Asked if any weapons were involved, the father said “my foot and my fist.”

    “I didn’t proceed to ask him any questions sir,” the father said. “He is nice and knocked out on the floor for you. I drug him out to the living room.”

    Asked if the man was injured, the father said he believed Frolander needed help.

    “Send an ambulance. He is going to need one,” the father said.

    “He stood up and his pants were around his ankles and NOTHING ELSE NEEDED TO BE SAID,” the father said. “I did whatever I got a right to do except I didn’t kill him.”

    “You are damn lucky boy that I love my God,” the man said on the telephone to 9-1-1.”

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    Good for him.

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    You would think that teenagers would be the rudest customers when really it’s mostly old, middle-aged people. 

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