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This man, whom I once thought of as a romantic hero, a brave shining white knight or the dark knight as he said. He’s not a hero; he’s a man with serious, deep emotional flaws, and he’s dragging me into the dark. Can I not guide him into the light? ~Anastasia

This love is like a dive under the ocean. When I first saw you I was fascinated by the extensiveness and you were so beautiful. I did not believe you were so deep that I went downstairs. I wanted to know and see what you have - in the depths, all the way down to darkness. Until I was slowly breathed but I wanted to continue. I visit your paradise peacefully and peacefully. The place where the problem is not heavy and I'm free. But as a dive in the sea, my air gradually decreased. I had to go up and assemble a new hope. That's when I'm dialing again I'm stronger, and I can see the depth of your mystery. The ocean will be ashamed of the depth of my love. With every sinking and flight in your abyss, I feel the light of the world even though my breathing is getting dramatic. As I have this love for you, every time I feel, I'm trying to stop myself coming back and coming back to the sea you built in my heart.

This piece of inked paper stands a colossus A monument to a string of moments once dear; The only surviving testament to a time When these background bridges remained unburned, Before they became so much unswept rubble.

This pain, this terrible seeing-through that is in me now. It wasn't necessary. It is all pain, and it buys nothing. Gives birth to nothing. All in vain. All wasted. The older the world becomes, the more obvious it is. The bomb and the tortures in Algeria and the starving babies in the Congo. It gets bigger and darker. More and more suffering for more and more. And more and more in vain.

Those fake blue eyes stared back, mocking me. At least the tears didn’t show. Thank God. Instead, they ducked back into my eyelids as I tucked my sadness back into my core.... The more my mind flew off in one direction, the more my sanity shattered into pieces that no one could sweep up and glue back together.

Those who were afraid of the dark and always refused to throw themselves inside it. Never got to see and feel how beautiful it is, to meet and greet one's own demons.

Those words you left unsaid ; got rotten inside your head ...

Thoughts cannot be changed. They are the product of our experiences. But how we apply those thoughts to the world, and the actions we take based on the, can change the thoughts we have in the future. Don't attack yourself for how you think, decide how you will act with those thoughts in you head. - The Malwatch

Throughout the years I learned the good times must come to an end, all the bad times will get worse, and most recently I learned I have PTSD. I left a part of myself in that river, in that battlefield, in every tragedy. A couple thousand years of this and there is not much left. I never escaped that river. I am drowning in a sea of tragedy. A woman was standing in front of me. She smiled. “The psychiatrist is ready to see you.

Through the darkest hours of the night and through the dreamers realm I seek, Far beyond the starry sky and beyond galaxies I am free. Through the grimmest memories and past a seasons air I cannot breathe, Far beyond this mortal world in an afterlife we shall meet.

Thunder erupted over head as I watched him go. I felt the rain start to hit my head, getting me soaked in an instant. Before he went into his house, he turned back one more time and looked at me with those sad eyes. “Looks like you have your storm.” And then he was gone, leaving me standing out in the rain.

Thy dark eyes beckon me into the darkest nether world of dark galaxies and darker supernovas. Forever in darkness, I know no light! Thy darkness my dark-light!

Ti faccio passare io la voglia di guardarmi così», Charles gli ringhiò tra i capelli prima di scostarglieli dal volto. «Me ne sono accorto, sai? Di come mi guardi quando credi di non essere visto.» Oh, Dio! Doveva andarsene da lì. Sottrarsi a quelle braccia al più presto, prima di perdere il controllo del proprio corpo. Perché lo sentiva nei lombi, Dorian: il fuoco che Rochester accendeva in lui aveva già iniziato a gonfiargli le palle. La risposta gli uscì in un soffio, disperata. Una piccola, audace bugia. «Vi sbagliate.» «Ah, è così dunque? Hai il coraggio di dirmi che non è vero?» L'istante successivo avvertì qualcosa di duro premergli contro i glutei. Qualcosa di caldo e sfacciato, granitico. La sua erezione. Le labbra di Dorian si schiusero in un gemito sorpreso. L'aria uscì dai polmoni e l'eccitazione salì fino in gola, traditrice, spezzando voce e volontà. «Non…» “Non lo so.” «Non volevo. Non intendevo spiarvi.» «Ma l'hai fatto. Lo fai sempre.

Time and the bell have buried the day, The black cloud carries the sun away. Will the sunflower turn to us, will the clematis Stray down, bend to us; tendril and spray Clutch and cling? Chill Fingers of yew be curled Down on us? After the kingfisher's wing Has answered light to light, and is silent, the light is still At the still point of the turning world.

Time For Tea.

Time is the cruelest of physicians, healing All wounds, but always slowly, looping A surgical needle through the mind’s flesh, experiencing Torment again over again, repeating Until anesthetics bring an end to feeling.

Time seemed to drag with dreamlike slowness, like a knife through cold honey, and the room took on a surreal golden sheen as if I was looking through that same jar of honey. Maybe at that moment, the sun shone just right though the grimy windows, but the woman, the shelves, the jars, everything in the room appeared in tones of gold and sepia, except for the painting behind the counter. From behind the shopkeeper's head, a fluorescent Mary and Jesus glared at me, their cartoon-like faces reproaching me for being there.

Time which destroys everything, even time itself...

Time will sweep us away, but our words will remain long after we settle into the dark.

Times have changed in research and if you are not using Facebook, Twitter, Youtube, Wikipedia, Google, and the like, you will be left in the dark.

To be a hero is to become a paradox. The very act of wanting to be a hero implies that you wish danger upon others in order to save them, for one cannot be a hero without needing someone to save.

To be a hero is to become a paradox. The very act of wanting to be a hero implies that you wish danger upon others in order to save them, for one cannot be a hero with needing someone to save.

To be a hero is to become a paradox. The very act of wanting to be a hero implies that you wish danger upon others, for one cannot be a hero without needing someone to save.

To be a hero is to become a paradox. The very act of wanting to be a hero implies that you wish danger upon others, for one cannot be a hero with needing someone to save.

To be thus is nothing, but to be safely thus...

Today was the day to win again, Javlei held his axe in hand he had killed many people with it he didn't care that he had blood on his hands. He had won the STEDFARST races every year so far by being ruthless butchering other racers as he went.

Tolerance is the most subtle form of discrimination.

To Kalist, Baumauer’s just a timber bridge in need of a good hot fire.

To do the best you can do, without qualifiers, will ultimately kill you. You should only do the best you can do without sacrificing yourself to the whims and wishes of those around you. - The Malwatch

To make a dream requires a piece of yourself. It may be small or it may be large, but every dream you make contains a part of you. - The Malwatch

Tonight I’ll be looking at the blood moon and maybe I’ll think of you. But maybe I won’t and I probably won’t, but I guess that’s a chance you had to take.

Tongue and hand tied, I was equally cut off and trapped in my own silent dark tomb.

Too little knowledge and you risk misunderstanding, too much knowledge and you risk being unable to comprehend. Entertain as much learning as your mind can handle, but do not overwhelm yourself before you're capable of withstanding it. - The Malwatch

Tonight isn't about more dark, it's about more nothing.

To the modern detective, truth is rarely its own reward; usually it is its own punishment. And if you cannot track mystery to the back of its ugly cave, then be content to stand at the edge of the dark and call it by name.

Trust your instincts. They've been evolving longer than your intellect and are much more finely honed. - The Malwatch

Trees surrounded them from all sides, casting long inky shadows that would, at another time, have been scary. But there was no point in being scared of what might be lurking in the shadows when the biggest bad, of all big bads, was gazing at her intently.

Treat a hatchling like the smaller adult you want them to be and they will grow into the role. - The Malwatch

Truth is better than falsehood. Light is stronger than darkness. Good is greater than evil.

Tu sei viva grazie a me. Tu vivi perché lo voglio io." © Il Siberiano - Giovanna Roma

Twilight, the only time of the day when the light and dark meet and become one. The bright powerful light of the day, calmly surrenders before the engulfing duskiness of the night. And the dense whelming darkness of the night yields before the surreal dawning saffron of the morning. The only two moments of the day that absolve the difference between ‘dark and light’. (Page 71)

Tyler was just like any other girl now. She was manipulative and greedy. She was a witch in fucking sexy high heels.

Translating the words on the door, he said, "Light from light." "Waste and void, waste and void. Darkness on the face of the deep," I said. "Then God commanded light. The light of the world descends from the Everlasting Light that is God." "That is surely one thing it means," said Romanovich. "Bit it may also mean that the visible can be born from the invisible, That matter can arise from energy that thought is a form of energy and that thought itself can be concretized into the very object that is imagined.

Trolls are not entirely a bad thing. They are a contrast to your own ideations, letting you see the shadows caused by their still rough edges. Without them, everything would just be a flat greyness. Not to say their methods are acceptable. They aim to hurt because they themselves fear seeing flaws in their own thoughts, or they are unwilling to accept that different does not mean wrong. Conflict is not something that needs to be avoided, and there are many ways to find the ideal. - The Malwatch

Truth and lies both shape reality, but one brings stability and the other chaos. - The Malwatch

Truth does not change. It is a statement of what our current reality is. Reality, however, is flexible. It is a collective understanding of the world around us and the patterns that allow us to predict the future. It changes as we learn and assimilate new facts into our understanding as a species of the things that exist around us. - The Malwatch

Two heartbeats aren't always better than one, especially when they aren't beating in sync with one another. - The Malwatch

Ty?” I said, trying out your name, liking the way it sounded. “So what’s it like anyway? Australia?” You smiled then, and your whole face changed with it. It kind of lit up, like there were sunbeams coming from inside you. “You’ll find out,” you said.

Um guia abandonou-me. Ando nas trevas. Não consigo dar um passo sozinho. Ajuda-me!

Una morte non basta per chi ha l'audacia di sfidarmi." Il Siberiano - Giovanna Roma