#what

I feel that it is healthier to look out at the world through a window than through a mirror. Otherwise, all you see is yourself and whatever is behind you. ↗

— Bill Withers

#feel #healthier #i #i feel #look

It's somewhat of a normal procedure sometimes when you have a knee drained... so long as it's not something you have to do every game. ↗

— James Worthy

#every #game #knee #long #normal

Whatever we put our attention on will grow stronger in our life. ↗

— Maharishi Mahesh Yogi

#grow #life #our #put #stronger

The function of the killer and watching him - whatever that says about the world in which we live - it was always more about that world than it was about the actual watching. ↗

— Aaron Yoo

#actual #always #function #him #killer

You don't know, oh, oh You don't know you're beautiful. ↗

— One Direction

#one-direction #song-lyrics #what-makes-you-beautiful #beauty

You are beautiful no matter what they say, remember words can´t bring you down ↗

— Christina Aguilera

#beautiful-no-matter-what #love #yourself #beauty

Then I wondered, what if? What if he kissed me? What if he told me I was beautiful? What if he told me he loved me? What would I say in return? ↗

— Markelle Grabo

#elves #fantasy #love #speaking #what-if

A lot of things should have been, Zigmund, but they aren’t. Are you going to be miserable about the things you cannot change, or do something about the things you can? ↗

— Melika Dannese Lux

#corcitura #decisions #determination #either-or #fate

The arrival in Paris, as grim as ever. The leprous façades of the Pont Cardinet flats, behind which one invariably imagines retired folk agonizing alongside their cat Poucette which is eating up half their pension with its Friskies. Those weird metal structures that indecently mount each other to form a grid of overhead wires. And the inevitable advertising hoardings flashing by, gaudy and repellent. ‘A gay and changing spectacle on the walls.’ Bullshit. Pure fucking bullshit. ↗

— Michel Houellebecq

#change

Relly fired off the opening riff. Butt laid down the beat, old doom and new joy mixed together. "I wait till I, like fire, shall rise," Jerod sang. And then again, louder, wailing sure and true. I was the last one to join in. I had a bass line all wroked out, of course. I'd been waiting weeks for this momment. My fingers colosed on the strings, pressed them hard to the frets. Butt and Relly were locked in, repeating the four-bar intro. Louder and louder, fierce as a war cry. "Ok," I whispered into the pounding noise. I joined in, doubling Relly at first, then splitting off to coil our riffs together. It was great, it was huge, it was endless. The song rose, churning and sucking everything in like a cyclone. "The will my voice in great goodbyes," Jerod screamed from the speakers. "Join to the chorus of the skies." Silence was inside me, riding the Ghost Metal tornado. Right at the center, at the heart of the song. I didn't need a voice. I had a bass. I didn't need to hear myself talk or sing. Jerod could make the words for me. Or maybe it was Silence herself, pouring out through the PA system. Either way, any way, They were my words. And all the world would hear them. ↗

— Leander Watts

#beauty