and hold your head up high

city and colour lyrics for the signs

aries: so bright, the flames burned in our hearts, that we found each other in the dark. we found each other in the dark

taurus: so there goes my life, passing by with every exit sign. it’s been so long, sometimes i wonder how i will stay strong. hello, i’m in delaware

gemini: all your friends seem like enemies when you’re broken down and empty, so say goodbye to love, and hold your head up high. waiting…

cancer: when you cry a piece of my heart dies knowing that i may have been the cause. if you were to leave, fulfill someone else’s dreams, i think i might totally be lost. the girl

leo: the blackness in your heart won’t last forever. i know it’s tearing you apart, but it’s a storm you can weather. o’ sister

virgo: i hope to learn as time goes by that i should trust what’s deep inside burning bright. sensible heart

libra: the skyscrapers fell and crumbled to dust, and their skeletons of steel were covered in rust, and everything i loved and feared had all at once disappeared. silver and gold

scorpio: there’s a degree of difficulty in dealing with me, from my haunted past comes a daunting task of living through memories. little hell

sagittarius: there’s blood on our hands, in this perfect madness, you’re living on borrowed time. oh, how you have lost your way. sorrowing man

capricorn: he is the grand optimist, i am the world’s poor pessimist, you give him burdens sometimes and he will escape unscarred. the grand optimist

aquarius: you are all four seasons rolled into one. you’re like the cold december snow in the warm july sun. northern wind

pisces: i’m afraid to sleep because of what haunts me, such as living with the uncertainty that i’ll never find the words to say. sleeping sickness

Did you know, you can quit your job, you can leave university? You aren’t legally required to have a degree, it’s a social pressure and expectation, not the law, and no one is holding a gun to your head. You can sell your house, you can give up your apartment, you can even sell your vehicle, and your things that are mostly unnecessary. You can see the world on a minimum wage salary, despite the persisting myth, you do not need a high paying job. You can leave your friends (if they’re true friends they’ll forgive you, and you’ll still be friends) and make new ones on the road. You can leave your family. You can depart from your hometown, your country, your culture, and everything you know. You can sacrifice. You can give up your $5.00 a cup morning coffee, you can give up air conditioning, frequent consumption of new products. You can give up eating out at restaurants and prepare affordable meals at home, and eat the leftovers too, instead of throwing them away. You can give up cable TV, Internet even. This list is endless. You can sacrifice climbing up in the hierarchy of careers. You can buck tradition and others’ expectations of you. You can triumph over your fears, by conquering your mind. You can take risks. And most of all, you can travel. You just don’t want it enough. You want a degree or a well-paying job or to stay in your comfort zone more. This is fine, if it’s what your heart desires most, but please don’t envy me and tell me you can’t travel. You’re not in a famine, in a desert, in a third world country, with five malnourished children to feed. You probably live in a first world country. You have a roof over your head, and food on your plate. You probably own luxuries like a cellphone and a computer. You can afford the $3.00 a night guest houses of India, the $0.10 fresh baked breakfasts of Morocco, because if you can afford to live in a first world country, you can certainly afford to travel in third world countries, you can probably even afford to travel in a first world country. So please say to me, “I want to travel, but other things are more important to me and I’m putting them first”, not, “I’m dying to travel, but I can’t”, because I have yet to have someone say they can’t, who truly can’t. You can, however, only live once, and for me, the enrichment of the soul that comes from seeing the world is worth more than a degree that could bring me in a bigger paycheck, or material wealth, or pleasing society. Of course, you must choose for yourself, follow your heart’s truest desires, but know that you can travel, you’re only making excuses for why you can’t. And if it makes any difference, I have never met anyone who has quit their job, left school, given up their life at home, to see the world, and regretted it. None. Only people who have grown old and regretted never traveling, who have regretted focusing too much on money and superficial success, who have realized too late that there is so much more to living than this.
—  James Hart

Life is a constant reinvention. We are always working to build and make ourselves better, which is why you shouldn’t feel so bad about things. You meet people at certain points in your life and you do certain things in your life that you’re not proud of and that’s understandable, but remember you’re also growing with every “failure,” you endure. People change, people grow, life isn’t meant to be spent with the company of the same people for 70 years, everyone matures at different pace. So if you’ve done something bad in your past to someone, shame on them for holding the grudge, not you, you weren’t the same person you are now and as long as you can hold your head high that’s all that matters. Life’s to short to spend it on making yourself feel like a bad person because of your past. We all make mistakes but the beauty of life is that if you wake up the next morning, you have the opportunity to change and reinvent yourself into any person you want to be. My recommendation, be a person that makes yourself proud to look in the mirror at night.

Signs as Halsey lyrics

Aries- //Hold Me Down// I sold my soul to a three-piece And he told me I was holy

Taurus-//Colours// Everything is blue. His pills, his hands, his jeans

Gemini- //New Americana// We are the new Americana, high on legal marijuana

Cancer- //Control// Goddamn right, you should be scared of me, who is in control?

Leo- //Is there somewhere?// Light one up and hand it over, rest your head upon my shoulder.

Virgo- //Ghost// I like the sad eyes, bad guys, mouth full of white lies

Libra-//Hold me down// Knock me out, knock me out, saying that I want more, this is what I live for.

Scorpio- //Ghost// Im searching for something that I can’t reach

Sagittarius- //Colours// Everything is grey, his hair, his smoke, his dreams.

Capricorn- //Empty Gold// But baby don’t let winter come, Don’t let our hearts freeze.

Aquarius- //Roman Holiday// And we know that we’re headstrong, and our heart’s gone

Pisces- //Colours// You were red and you liked me ‘cause I was blue, you touched me and suddenly I was a lilac sky, and you decided purple just wasn’t for you


amelia shepherd in every episode: 11x14 The Distance
“The key, though, win or lose, is to never fail. And the only way to fail is not to fight. So you fight until you can’t fight anymore. Hold up your head and enter the arena and face the enemy. Fight until you can’t fight anymore. Never let go. Never give up. Never run. Never surrender. Fight the good fight. Even when it seems inevitable that you’re about to go down swinging. Why do we even try when the barriers are so high and the odds are so low? Why don’t we just pack it in and go home? It would be so, so much easier. It’s because in the end, there’s no glory in easy. No one remembers easy. They remember the blood and the bones and the long, agonizing fight to the top. And that is how you become legendary. ”

As for lovers, well, they’ll come and go … And baby, I hate to say it, most of them, actually pretty much all of them, are going to break your heart, but you can’t give up because if you give up, you’ll never find your soulmate. You’ll never find that half who makes you whole and that goes for everything. Just because you fail once, doesn’t mean you’re gonna fail at everything. Keep trying, hold on, and always, always, always believe in yourself, because if you don’t, then who will, sweetie? So keep your head high, keep your chin up, and most importantly, keep smiling, because life’s a beautiful thing and there’s so much to smile about.
—  Marilyn Monroe
Create yourself, redo yourself, renew yourself. Be you, do what you do. Hold your head up high, everything’s gonna be alright.

STYDIA MONTH: Week 2 Day 3 → Past!Stydia AU

→ “Give that back, you boy!” Lydia yelled, frowning at the boy with an odd smile and a shaven head. He had just taken the last piece to her puzzle, which had only taken her minutes to finish. She was sitting alone on the colored rug in the middle of her fourth grade classroom, not bothered by the fact that no one really wanted to talk to her. She liked the quiet. And this boy was anything but quiet.

“Why should I?” The boy answered, sticking his tongue out and holding the puzzle piece high above her head. Lydia was about 4 or 5 inches shorter than him, leaving her jumping as she reached for her puzzle piece. She crossed her arms and looked up at him with a scowl, strands of her frizzy hair in front of her eye.

“Because its not yours!” Lydia exclaimed, stomping her small foot on the ground. She just wanted the last piece, so she could sit down and finish the puzzle, without tall, annoying boys interrupting her.

“Its not yours either, Lydia! It belongs to Mrs. Jones,” he informed holding it close to Lydia’s face, and then snatching it back when she reached for it.

“How do you know my name, you freak?” She asked, her small green eyes looking at him in confusion.

“I know everyone’s name,” he said proudly, starting to point to random kids running around the room. “That’s Amanda, that’s Frank, that’s Isaac, that’s Allison-”

“I don’t care!” Lydia whined, holding her hand out, hoping the boy would give back her puzzle piece.

The boy shrugged and walked away, sitting at his desk, taking Lydia’s puzzle piece with him. Lydia chased after the boy, clenching her tiny little fists until they turned white. She looked down at the name tag on his desk, reading his messy, boy handwriting. S-T-I-L-E-S, it spelled.

“What is a Stiles?” She asked incredulously, her cheeks blotchy from her anger.

“Me,” he said with a toothy smile, “I’m Stiles.” He leaned back in his chair, swinging his legs back and forth hyperactive-like.

Lydia looked at him with wide eyes. “That’s a weird name,” she informed, slowly pulling out the chair next to him and taking a seat.

Stiles nodded, “I know.”

Lydia twisted a lock of her strawberry blonde hair around her finger, looking at Stiles with pouted lips. “Can I have my puzzle piece back now? Please?” She asked hopefully.

Stiles nodded, sliding the object silently from his desk to hers, where Lydia wrapped her small fingers around it, where he couldn’t steal it again.

“What’s your last name?” Lydia asked curiously, not able to read it from the tag on his desk.

“Stilinski,” He said, having a bit of trouble pronouncing it.

“Stiles Stilinski?” Lydia giggled, covering her mouth.

A blush spread across Stiles’ cheeks, and he looked at the ground in embarrassment. “Stiles is just a nickname,” he informed her, pulling at the sleeves on his shirt.

“I like it,” Lydia nodded, smiling. “I think I’m gonna go finish my puzzle now-”

“I have an even bigger puzzle at my house,” Stiles interrupted, looking up at Lydia. “It has 500 pieces. I can’t finish it, though. You can come over and help after school. I mean, if you want to.”

Lydia smiled at the boy and nodded quickly, “I’ll have to ask my mom, though.”

“Free time is over! Time to clean up!” The teacher yelled from her desk, clapping twice.

Stiles looked quickly between Lydia and the teacher before sticking his hand out for her to shake. “Friends?” He asked.

“Friends,” Lydia agreed, shaking his outstretched hand before running off to clean up her puzzle, Stiles in tow.


trvbelynn asked:

I need guy advice, please respond! I live in a predominantly white town and the black boys here are not so nice. They were nice & used to talk to me when they thought I was mixed but once I told them I was black, they began to bully & stalk me. Living with this every school year has made me think that I will never be able to talk to black boys w/o being treated horribly. I just need advice on how to deal with this b/c their bullying and stuff destroys my self confidence a bit

listen to me.
those black men have black mommies .. it’s shows their character, how they we’re raised and how they will be another horrible name to this society. my words of advice to you are, hold your held high and be the African American princess you are. did you know that our ancestors fought for you? just so you have the strength to hold your head up high? and be proud of your skin tone? your own blood baby. do you think they would be happy to know all that hard work is going to shit, because of some black boys who don’t know and grasp the concept of who they are. you think their going home to their BLACK mommies bullying them? I don’t think so. if they continue to harass and stalk you get police involved. don’t ever be taken as a joke. ever. As far as your self confidence just looking at you I can tell you’re such a beautiful girl, no not just by the color of your skin.. But by the sparkle in your eyes. don’t ever let a man take that away, much less a man the same skin complexion as you. you’re a queen. you were born to shine and be bright even before you were born. you have a destiny and mission. every time you look in the mirror tell yourself that. overtime you will start to believe it. I know it’s so easy to remember he negative and so nearly impossible to stick to the positive.. But you have to try. you have to find strength within yourself it’s so empowering I promise. let this be a learning experience. so when you have children you can raise them to be everything more than all those men in your town. you can learn how harsh people can be… and it can’t help strengthen you for all the remaining obstacles ahead. be strong for me and all the remaining black beauties fighting to feel beautiful. we need to stick together.

#445, summer dates.

Jack: You sip iced coffee while laying on the grass, the green blades tickling your toes as the sticky summer heat beats down on your faces. You point out clouds with him as they pass by, his arm holding you close as you pick out the ones that look like shapes. 

Finn: He lays a picnic blanket down in the grass as you start to unpack the food, and a bottle of champagne he brought along cheekily. “Did you bring this?” you laugh, holding the bottle up to him. “Maybe?” a smirk is evident on his face, as you start to giggle.

Dan: You spend most of the day eating ice cream on the flood with the air conditioner on high, blowing around the apartment but seemingly never doing anything for your body temperature. “I think I may melt,” you complain, laying your head on his shoulder. “It’s too hot to cuddle.”

Phil: The ice cream drips down his hand as you sit under the awnings, your free hand slipped into his. “What kind did you get?” he asks, his lips wrapped around his knuckles to gather the escaped sugar. “Vanilla,” you answer, laughing into your own ice cream. “You?” “Salted caramel.” “That’s so Phil!”

Sunny afternoon - George Weasley imagine

“Gaaah, oops, Y/N go long!” A shout prompts you to spring into action, run and jump as high as you possibly can to touch your fingers to the airborne quaffle and catch it in your hands. “Sorry about that, nice catch though,” George Weasley smiles at you as your land triumphantly on your feet holding the ball.

You and your friends had brought your brooms down to the black lake on this brilliantly sunny afternoon intending to have an amateur game of quidditch, but had ended up playing the good old muggle game of catch instead. You shake your head at him “Thanks, but next time I’d appreciate it if you could try and aim for at least my head; we aren’t all skyscrapers like you and Fred!” Everyone laughs, and George grins sheepishly.

“Well, how about I show you what it’s like up here?” He replies mischievously, walking over to you and picking you up, placing you carefully up onto his broad shoulders with muscles made lean from being a beater on the quidditch house team. “George!” You squeal, knotting your hands into his shiny red hair to try and hold on as he starts to trot around. “How do you like the view up here love?” He chuckles. “Put me down!” You protest weakly through your giggles, but you don’t really mind, you know George won’t let you fall - and besides, it’s hard to concentrate with his strong hands holding onto your legs like that.

“Let’s have races!” Fred exclaims with a glint in his eye, picking up his girlfriend Angelina and signalling for the others to do the same. When everyone is paired up, you spend the next twenty minutes stumbling around on each other’s shoulders, barely able to walk for laughing. You end up collapsed on the ground panting, but smiling. Hermione, one of your friends, whips out a small beaded handbag and manages to produce 10 bottles of drink for everyone. “Undetectable extension charm.” She says laughing at everyone’s dumbfounded faces.
“Bloody brilliant,” Ron mutters under his breath.

Sitting in the afternoon sun, sipping the cool liquid and hanging out with your friends, you can’t remember a time you were this happy. Watching the lake sparkle, you sigh contentedly and look around at everyone chatting animatedly. You lay on back and look at the sky, trying to create shapes out of clouds like you have done ever since you were young. “Look, over there’s a hippogriff,” a voice says quietly, so only you can hear. Looking next to you, you notice George has joined you. Smiling shyly at him, you follow where his finger points and frown “What are you talking about, that’s a centaur riding a dragon!” George bursts out laughing and sqints his eyes playfully “Hmm, well please tell me you see that this one over there is a gnome-”
“Are you blind, that’s a goblin!” You carry like this for a while, unaware whether it’s minutes or hours that have passed.

Suddenly, a loud splash interrupts your relaxed conversation and you both sit up to see everyone but Hermione has jumped into the lake to cool off. “Guys, come on, what if Filch catches us,” she calls anxiously “we could loose house points and-” a large splash from Ron abruptly stops her and she looks incredulously at him.“Ronald Weasley you are going to regret that,” she says with an unexpected smirk as she dives in too and tries to dunk his head.

George gets to his feet and offers you his hand “Fancy a dip?” He grins. “Why not.” You reply, taking his hand. He pulls you up and are happily surprised that he doesn’t let go even when you reach the bank. Everyone gives you a countdown and on three you both jump in as your friends cheer. A vicious water fight ensues and it’s every man for himself as you all battle to splash and dunk each other, learning quickly to watch out for Fred as he likes to sink underwater and grab your ankles.

“Can we go inside now? It’s almost dinner and I’m bloody freezing.” Ron says, causing you to shiver as you become aware of how cold the water is. The sun has begun to set and there was a slight chill in the air. Muttering in agreement, you all climb out of the lake and Hermione casts a hot air charm that instantly dries out your wet clothes. Still shivering, you pick up your broom and start to follow everyone back to the castle, but remember the quaffle you all left discarded. Calling for the others to carry on, you jog back and find it easily, but as you turn around you see George leaning against a tree waiting for you. “Thanks Georgie,” you say gratefully as he falls into step beside you.
“No problem love.” He bumps your shoulder lightly and you feel your hands brush. “Y/N, your hands are freezing!” He exclaims taking them both inside his and rubbing them together. You begin to blush and you are sure he notices as he raises his eyebrows slightly at you. “Here, take this,” he lets go of your hands and pulls off his jumper, a red number with a “G” on it made by his mother, and offers it to you. “Uhh, thanks George, you sure?” You stammer as you take the soft wool into your arms. “Course, it’ll look better on you anyway.” He replies with a wink. You put it on and it immediately envelopes you in a blanket of warmth, although it’s so big it could probably fit two of you in. You breathe in and the sweet musk of firewood, butterbeer, spiced apples and something simply George fills your nose and makes your insides warm too. You’re pretty sure that, to you, amortentia would smell exactly like this jumper.

Turning round you see George staring at you, and you cross your arms self consciously “What? Do I look stupid?” You ask quickly.
“No no, don’t worry, far from it,” George replies, walking slowly towards you until you are only a few inches apart and you have to look up to see his face “In fact, I think you look pretty cute in my clothes Y/N.” Your mouth opens in a small ‘o’ and you blush furiously. George definitely notices this time and he chuckles quietly. Looking into your eyes, he leans in and tilts your chin gently so your lips meet. You jump slightly in shock as his soft lips brush yours, a jolt of pure fire shooting through your whole body. You hear him sharply inhale too, as if he is equally affected. When he kisses you a second time you are more prepared and as you both melt into the sweet kiss his arms tenderly find your waist. After breaking the kiss George rests his forehead against yours then shakes his head in disbelief, causing you to laugh breathily. That kiss was something you had both, unknown to the other, been waiting to do for a long time.

anonymous asked:

my ex is telling everybody I slept with him & gave him blowjobs & stuff like that. now everybody thinks I'm a whore. but I'm a virgin & they don't believe me. they believe him because he has a reputation of sleeping with girls. idk what to do

hold your head up high and don’t let the rumors phase you you can always try and confront him about it and try talk 

anonymous asked:

Hi, I want to make a sign but I'm in the middle of a section and I don't want to hold the sign up too high to block other people's views, but I'm afraid if I don't hold it up the people below me will block the sign from being seen... Should I be worried? It's going to be light up btw

Just hold it below your head. It can still be seen without holding it up higher.  Don’t hold it up above your head because it blocks many peoples views. 

anonymous asked:

He left me for his ex. What a piece of shit.

Aw baby girl hold your head up high and make him regret his decision by doing you

[TYER] English Magi: The Kingdom of Magic OP2 - “Hikari” [feat. Fyre]

Title:    “Hikari”
Artist:    ViViD

Lyrics:   Sorachu
Vocals:  Fyre (+ Backing: Jefferz)
Mixing:  Jefferz



I will hold my head up high
I won’t hesitate no more!
I will find the strength so I can be the one right by your side

Don’t give up, hope’s shining
I won’t be afraid
I’m gonna carry on

I used to think there’s no way
That I could become someone who you’d look up to
But just know now, I will be there to protect you
No matter what will happen

All the tears that we have shed
They show us that we have the strength we need
So let’s go and face our fears

Even though it gets so hard
To believe in our shared dreams
We can’t let the hardships overwhelm and surprise us easily
Just as long as we endure
On this journey together
We will find that if we don’t give up,  we’ll get just what we need

As we see the source of light
Of our future shining bright
We will find that tears and hardships start to fade for you and me
I won’t hesitate no more
And I’ll hold my head up high
All the wonders of this world I see when you’re here next to me

Ignis Heart - Nocturnal Bloodlust

Letra: Hiro
Music: Daichi

This sight is not be same as the time has been passing away 

White breath is going upon the sky tells you things are fading.
It’s not a nightmare

The memory we spared and the words we promised can be still heard to this city, And then realize the day again. Walk with me now

Don’t you remember the mark you put on the wood ?
Don’t you remember the way I make not to get lost ?
All the things about this curse never fade around me
Open the eyes as this screaming flow over this town

Until everything is over, you burn inside.
Until everything is over, you burn inside.

The shadow won’t tell you anything so hold your head up high
No matter what the plan is hard, you stay alive so don’t fear anymore
Remember I believe in my friend. Wherever you are, I stand alone over here every day.

Until everything is over, you burn inside.
Until everything is over, you burn inside.

During nightmare, every moment is gone.
So one more time, I start again. So where did you give up before ?
You can’t escape anymore
Break the burden on your own and overcome this silence with hope
Well it’s going to be better off day

Until everything is over, you burn inside.
Until everything is over, you burn inside.

anonymous asked:

Do you ever get negative reactions for the way you dress? Like from family or ever stares/comments from strangers? If so, how do you deal with it? My dad and sister like to ridicule me for how I like to dress thus I often end up clothing in stuff I don't feel beautiful in but is 'average' and 'normal'

Hm…I guess sometimes. My family are never really rude about it, and if they are it’s not to my face. I’m so sorry your dad and sister are doing that, but don’t let them hold you back! It’s your body and your life, wear what you like with your head held high!