In me I'm trying to do things right Can't take the shame Eyes are open Mind is numb Just keep moving So hard not to look back Don't do it! March onward, 1 2 3 4 Over the hill there is the promise of sunshine
When I lay awake in my bed, as I close my eyes it’s thoughts of you that fill my head. My heart races and my body becomes warm. Beneath the blankets I start to squirm. You hold me close and I hold you too. Caressing your thighs softly, kissing your eyes. I drag my finger tips slowly down both your sides.
Staring deeply into your eyes, feel my hands on your cheek, as they tighten and reveal a smile.
Just close your eyes and listen to our hearts call out for each other. I hold you tightly as dawn approaches, one night in heaven and now it’s back to reality.
They're burning brighter Flames licking at my flesh The rain falls, yet the embers continue to spread to bridge I've tread Gnawing at the tethers that anchor me to this place With each passing moment I am feeling dread Taking from me everything There is a flash inside my head, as I'm laying halfway dead The first sparks came from me It was I whom lit the thread
Time waits for no-one
Always rolling, flying, gone!
Left behind alone...
The Creator of Tetris Talks to Adam Sessler About Game Development in the Soviet Union, Fame, & more
While Adam was in Russia judging the Imagine Cup 2013 Worldwide Finals, he got a chance to sit down with Alexey Pajitnov, the man behind one of the world’s most renowned games: Tetris. Learn how the game was developed in the Soviet Union, whether Alexey could foresee its success, and what he thinks about the current state of casual gaming.
Where do I begin?
The confusion has set in
What am I to do?
Breaking Bad | First and Final Appearances (excluding flashbacks)
"The mind is a gun" -Trevor from Grand theft auto V. Trevor is one of the most interesting characters in any form of entertainment media that I've come across. He should be, by nature unlikable. He is a psychopath, criminal and boorish in all respects, but his character is so well written that by the end of the story you're cheering for him--he is the perfect storm of character flaws and honestly that results in a prime example of an antihero.
I feel as if the waves of the ocean must, when the clouds have blocked the warmth of the sun.
Loneliness is a feeling I’ve often felt Gasping for air Gooseflesh covering my forearms Cold to the core I never get use to the emptiness
"I am alone", I say to myself in a somber voice As I drift through my mind, I reflect on thoughts and alternative realms of reality, realms that are warmer. I try to muster hope and hold on to her hand, but I do not allow myself to be fooled by her fickle nature.
The dagger pierces my chest, its smooth cold blade enters slowly. Every inch it glides deeper I feel my breath escape my lips. Everything burns around me, a fire of my own doing. I lay in a pool of my own crimson essence.