#my

Im okay Im okay now. But you really need to listen to me 'cause im telling you the truth I mean this im okay Trust me... Im not okay ...Well okay im not okay. Im not o-f cking-kay ↗

— Gerard Way

#emo #im-not-okay #mcr #music #my-chemical-romance

The truth that is suppressed by friends is the readiest weapon of the enemy. ↗

— Robert Louis Stevenson

#friends #readiest #suppressed #truth #weapon

Markets weed out inefficient practices, but only when no one has sufficient power to manipulate them. ↗

— Ha-Joon Chang

#change

Snaketail what art thou doing?" called Voldemort. Then . . . he started coming! We could hear his high heels clacking to us. So we got on our broomsticks and we flew to Hogwarts. We went to my room. Vampire went away. There I started crying. ↗

— Tara Gilesbie

#funny #my-immortal #art

No second chances in the land of a thousand dances, the valley of ten million insanities. ↗

— Ry Cooder

#murder-mystery #music #music

Then the woman in the bed sat up and looked about her with wild eyes; and the oldest of the old men said: 'Lady, we have come to write down the names of the immortals,’ and at his words a look of great joy came into her face. Presently she, began to speak slowly, and yet eagerly, as though she knew she had but a little while to live, and, in English, with the accent of their own country; and she told them the secret names of the immortals of many lands, and of the colours, and odours, and weapons, and instruments of music and instruments of handicraft they held dearest; but most about the immortals of Ireland and of their love for the cauldron, and the whetstone, and the sword, and the spear, and the hills of the Shee, and the horns of the moon, and the Grey Wind, and the Yellow Wind, and the Black Wind, and the Red Wind. ("The Adoration of the Magi") ↗

— W.B. Yeats

#ireland #mythology #love

Omg this is like one of those sappy romance movies but I don’t care! Jake is holding my hand! I looked back up at him and we slowly rose staring into each other’s eyes. Ok, where the heck is my awesome music saying he’s the one?! What about a breeze that blows my hair in all directions making me look hot? C’mon Cupid! Give me something!!! A weak chilly breeze blew. It barely even moved my hair. Oh c’mon!!!! ↗

— Bella Shadow

#escaping-the-killer #humor #jake #movies

I could not have done anymore, I had pushed myself to a limit that I had never touched before and that's definitely going to change you - than going out and doing what you do in practice every day. ↗

— Elvis Stojko

#before #change #could #day #definitely

Algol is the name of the winking demon star, Medusa of the skies; fair but deadly to look on, even for one who is already dying. Ah, the bright stars of the night. Almost they obliterate the clear white pain. A thousand stars shining in the ether; but no dazzling newcomer. And so little time left, so little time... Yet still two-faced Medusa laughs from behind the clouds, demanding homage. Homage, Medusa, or a sword, a blade sharper than death itself. The wind stirs. Night clouds obscure the universe. A lower music now, a different kind of death. No stars tonight, my love. No Selene. ↗

— Elizabeth Redfern

#murder #stars #death

People are always looking for magic, when the natural world holds true miracles ↗

— Avery Williams

#magic #miracles #world #nature