We all make mistakes and we should all cherish them, because they make us who we are. -Adi

 

Omg… ME TOO.

“@keshasuxx: did you guys know that i am a gypsy? mom just told me that we are a bunch of thieving hungarian gypsies. ALL MAKES SENSE NOW”

The Day is words and rage. The Day is order, earth and gold. It is philosophers in their cities; It is map-makers in their wastelands. It is roads and milestones, It is panic, laughter and sobriety; White, and all enumerated things. It is flesh; it is revenge; it is visibility.

The Night is blue and black. The Night is silence, poetry and love. It is the dancers in their grove of bones, It is all transforming things. It is fate, it is freedom. It is masks and silver and ambiguity, It is blood; it is forgiveness; It is the invisible music of instinct.

Clive Barker, Abarat