And finally this question, the mystery of who’s story it will be. Of who draws the curtain. Who is it that chooses our steps in the dance? Who drives us mad? Lashes us with whips and crowns us with victory when we survive the impossible? Who is it, that does all of these things? Who honors those we love for the very life we live? Who sends monsters to kill us, and at the same time sings that we will never die? Who teaches us what’s real and how to laugh at lies? Who decides why we live and what we’ll die to defend? Who chains us? And Who holds the key that can set us free… It’s You. You have all the weapons you need. Now Fight!

Sweet Pea, Suckerpunch

The Matches “Scratched Out”

I know it ain’t how it used to be, but I’m not good at being me anymore

The Matches “Scratched Out”

Our greatest glory consists not in never failing, but in rising every time we fall