angels will rise

Angel vs. Demon

SUN SIGN:

ANGEL:
Cancer/Leo/Virgo/Libra/Sagittarius/Capricorn
DEMON:
Aries/Taurus/Gemini/Scorpio/Aquarius/Pisces


MOON SIGN:

ANGEL’S SOUL:
Taurus/Cancer/Libra/Sagittarius/Pisces/Aquarius
DEMON’S SOUL:
Aries/Gemini/Leo/Virgo/Scorpio/Capricorn


RISING SIGN:

ANGEL’S EYES:
Taurus/Gemini/Cancer/Virgo/Sagittarius/Pisces
DEMON’S EYES:
Aries/Leo/Libra/Scorpio/Capricorn/Aquarius

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“I have written a poem for a woman who rides a bus in New York City. She’s a maid, she has two shopping bags. When the bus stops abruptly, she laughs. If the bus stops slowly, she laughs. I thought, ‘Mmm, a-ha.’ Now, if you don’t know black features, you may think she’s laughing. But she wasn’t laughing. She was simply extending her lips and making a sound. I said, ‘Oh, I see.’ That’s that survival apparatus. Now, let me write about that to honor this woman who helps us to survive.”
Maya Angelou: And Still I Rise (2016) dir. Rita Coburn & Bob Hercules

RISING SIGNS' TYPE OF BEAUTY
  • Aries Rising: a fierce, spirited, electrifying type of beauty
  • Taurus Rising: a calming, peaceful, irresistible type of beauty
  • Gemini Rising: a bright, awe-inspiring, playful type of beauty
  • Cancer Rising: a soft, endearing, angelic type of beauty
  • Leo Rising: a glamorous, powerful, magnificent type of beauty
  • Virgo Rising: a delicate, innocent, enchanting type of beauty
  • Libra Rising: a charming, elegant, darling type of beauty
  • Scorpio Rising: a striking, alluring, magnetic type of beauty
  • Sagittarius Rising: a remarkable, charismatic, gorgeous type of beauty
  • Capricorn Rising: a captivating, ravishing, stunning type of beauty
  • Aquarius Rising: a unique, fascinating, exquisite type of beauty
  • Pisces Rising: a sweet, heavenly, picturesque type of beauty
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It’s just people trying to do their best in a world where it is far too easy to do your worst || Happy 100 episodes of Misha!

Vimes listened as the refrain died away.
‘That’s a nice song,’ said young Sam, and Vimes remembered that he was hearing it for the first time.
‘It’s an old soldiers’ song,’ he said.
‘Really, sarge? But it’s about angels.’
Yes, thought Vimes, and it’s amazing what bits those angels cause to rise up as the song progresses. It’s a real soldiers’ song: sentimental, with dirty bits.
‘As I recall, they used to sing it after battles,’ he said. ‘I’ve seen old men cry when they sing it,’ he added.
‘Why? It sounds cheerful.’
They were remembering who they were not singing it with, thought Vimes. You’ll learn. I know you will.

sad shit always happens to me so i rarely cry about it so whenever something nice happens i can cry and boi did something really fucking nice just happen

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You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own backyard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.