#jag

Tears flood in you your eyes burning your heart scars with my name scratched deep My face is gone my heart betrayed by your lullabies I’m a shadow of a girl inside Hands are touching you nothing takes the place of you Heart wrench, weeps goodbye Lullabies, beautiful and trusting Barely breathing as they break into dust Lonely corners me Sweeps me off my feet Shows me it was better for me Fingertips holding close your grip not as soft Follows me to an empty bed I can’t stop the weakening of my soul my body is dying your tune is holding my mind Let me go see what I do No control No you You whisper your sweet goodbye If it is small it won’t interrupt my sleep But my heart you keep You say it’s for me But who would be happy? Alone left out in the cold ↗

— Mercy Cortez

#love-story #lyrics #sadness #song #tears

I remember on 'JAG,' Joe Jackson punched Stephen Culp and shattered his nose. ↗

— David James Elliott

#i #i remember #jackson #jag #joe

I'm doing a Dylan Thomas film, Map of Love, with Mick Jagger producing again. It's a wonderful script. ↗

— Dougray Scott

#doing #dylan #dylan thomas #film #i

Mick Jagger, his face was very new. It became a sex symbol. ↗

— Isaac Mizrahi

#face #his #jagger #mick #mick jagger

Time is a dream - or a nightmare - from which there is never any waking. We who travel in Time are dreamers who occasionally share a common experience. ↗

— Michael Moorcock

#jagged #jherek #dreams

She imagined herself whirling breathlessly beneath the flashing lights of some impossibly chic Manhattan disco. Suddenly, a hand touches her arm. She turns. ‘Pardon me,’ Mick Jagger says, 'I believe this next dance is mine. ↗

— Francine Pascal

#daydreaming #disco #mick-jagger #sweet-valley #imagination

Obama was 200 percent advertising. I promote myself to sell my brands. Because now I am a kind of celeb. I am in a different world than the fashion industry. I am with Mick Jagger, Michael Jackson, Madonna. I build me as a celebrity. ↗

— Christian Audigier

#am #because #brands #build #celebrity

Calm down, it isn't a ring” I laughed and he pushed the box across the table to me and I blushed and opened it. ↗

— Mercy Cortez

#happiness #jagged-edge #love #ring #love

One day I saw the big jaguar,Calypso, jump up from the sand and run quickly, snarling, into the jungle. I looked around and the monkeys were jumping and screeching in the trees. Gazing across the water I saw something moving out there, getting closer. It was a canoe with three men paddling towards my shore. I started to smile and then I worried that they might want to kill me. I ran to my house and brought out my bow and arrows. I stood there on the beach, with my feet shoulder-width apart, and prepared for their arrival. ↗

— Doug Hiser

#jaguar #jungle #tropical-calypso #men

Are we our bodies? Is a small person less than a big person, then? If we were our bodies, then when we lost an arm, or a leg, would we be less, would we begin to fade from existence? No. We are the same person. We are not our bodies; we are our thoughts. As they form, they define who we are, and create the reality of our existence. ↗

— Terry Goodkind

#dream-walker #existence #jagang #life #thoughts