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When tears for fears sang:

"It's my own remorse;

Help me to decide,

Help me make the most of freedom and of pleasure

Nothing ever lasts forever..."

I felt that and was just like having my heart being ripped apart, out of my chest by cold gruesome hands.

𝓜𝓸𝓼𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓮𝓭𝓸𝓶 

𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓮

𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓼 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻...

𝓔𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂𝓫𝓸𝓭𝔂 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓻𝓾𝓵𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓵𝓭

- Everybody Wants To Rule The World, Tears For Fears

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Beware of false knowledge; it is more dangerous than ignorance.

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- #georgebernardshaw #quotes #poetry #minimalistquotes #deepquotes #heartfeltquotes

DMJurist said🗣️

POV: It’s 25 days until Halloween

in 2:18 of “head over heels” (tears for fears) Roland sounds like Ben Schwartz and it’s blowing my mind

Everybody Wants To Rule The World by Tears for Fears is such a good choice for "if Ninjago had a song too define it"

Percy, my Unicorn & I are galloping through Kentucky Bluegrass by way of Greenwood Rye. Check out their Tears for Fears Blue Grass Interpretation. It will make you wanna wile out on your own ride.

Thanks @chattingwiththelightkeeper for the introduction!

This is just amazing, I love Tears For Fears and I adore how Greenwood Rye preform it as a bluegrass song. Just awesome.

The Easy Way (Is) Out  This Will End, The Oh Hello’s // Achilles, Come Down, Gang of Youths // To Noise-Making, Hozier // Right-Hand Man, Hamilton // Still Unbeaten Life, Gang of Youths // Brave Face, Frank Turner // Darling, Halsey // I Know the End, Phoebe Bridgers // bluethisforyou.tumblr.com // Mad World, Tears for Fears // Eat you Alive, The Oh Hello’s // Listen to Your Mom, Bug Hunter

On hoping for the worst Everything Falling Apart, John Tottenham // Welcome to Night Vale, Joseph Fink // No Children, The Mountain Goats // Grow Up With Me, Keaton Henson // 100 Bad Days, AJR // Bohemian Rapsody, Queen // The Politics and Poetics of Infrastructure, Brian Larkin // Mad World, Tears for Fears // Donna, The Lumineers

Tears for Fears | Gia & Brett

Gia couldn't say exactly what she feared, but still her hand stopped at the doorknob, closing around it. Perhaps Gia's best quality was her compassion. When she loved, she loved absolutely and this quality in turn made her distinctly protective. Someone as empathetic as Gia couldn't bear to watch a friend suffer. Gia knew good and well that something was wrong. Brett was generally an upbeat and active person, and yet even someone as socially active as Gia hadn't seen her in days. It was this that had first inspired Gia's anxiety. Unhooking her fingers from around the doorknob, Gia knocked. Her heart was in her throat. Brett's very humanity made her vulnerable to any of a number of threats of which Brett might not even be aware and Gia couldn't help but wonder if something had befallen her. "Brett, are you there?"

Gia was grateful, in that moment, that she had good hearing or she felt she might not have noticed Brett in the corner, her voice small and flat. Shutting the door carefully, Gia cleared her throat, brushed a lock of hair behind her left ear and tried to think. She had never seen the lively, energetic Brett Barr in this state. Her guy clenched. Carrying a chair over to scoot beside Brett, Gia didn’t try to take her defense away, but looked at the computer screen whose faint light cast a sickly glow. “Hadn’t seen you in awhile,” Gia answered her question. “Thought I’d stop by, check in.” She shrugged. “Make sure everything’s ok.” That didn’t appear to be what she’d found, to her dismay, but Gia thought easing into it might be best. She remembered her own lowest moments far too vividly and she’d hardly wanted it thrown in her face. “I brought some lunch,” she volunteered, holding up some tins of take-out. “Thought you might be hungry. It’s a little bit of everything, so whatever you want, dig in!” She smiled brightly, trying in vain not to let her worry show.

Tears for Fears | Gia & Brett

At the sound of Brett's question, Gia exhaled slowly. She already knew who the love in question must be. Shifting where she sat, Gia stabbed at her salad, contemplating it for a moment. "The only thing I know for sure about love," she began slowly, forcing a smile. "Is that...I wouldn't know it if it came up and bit me. I mean, I thought I knew it, but..." she shook her head. "That was a long time ago." Setting down her fork, Gia pushed aside her salad for the time being. "You already know, I'm sure, that I don't talk about my past...Where I came from, how I ended up here, even my first years here. I guess, um, I don't like to expose weakness." She laughed, softly. How pathetic is that? she thought. But she'd never felt strong enough, somehow, to stand it. She'd hoped, prayed, but somehow she'd never gotten there. "It's always excuses with just enough to keep people from asking further questions, but I'm sure people can recognize avoidance when they hear them: my excuses, 'My parents were hoighty-toighty. I like it here much better,' or 'I came here to school and just fell in love with the place.' All of that's true, but...it's not what happened." Gia shrugged, her eyes finding Brett's. "I guess I should tell you about my father. He's proud, calculating...part of the 1% and intent on remaining that way. Everyone and everything had to meticulous and perfect. I'll freely admit that I was never the perfect...anything. I was the rebellious 'poor little rich girl.' But that turned out to be the least of my problems." Gia gripped her hands tightly in her lap, twisting until she let go. "So in answer to your question...Yes." Gia rubbed the back of her neck. "It wasn't a lover, though, for me...It was my father." She paused for a prolonged moment, steeling herself. Gia didn't know what the last time she'd told this story had been, but she'd always hoped that it had been for the last time. She'd never been good with dealing at emotions but she felt Brett needed to hear it, now. But there was another stumbling block: trying to figure out the best way to tell this story without outing herself and the rest of her Pack...along with all werewolves, in general, to the other girl. "I managed to embarrass him in front of the entire family," she said, carefully, hoping Brett wouldn't ask how. "He told me he didn't want to see me again, if it could be helped, sent me to boarding school and farmed me off to various abroad programs for the summers so I'd never have to come home. As soon as I turned eighteen, though, he found me. He looked me dead in the eye and he said, 'You are not my daughter. You are dead to me.'" Gia forced a sad smile, brushing her hair out of her face. "I guess you've probably heard some of the other rumors of what took place, after I left there and came here. How I had a drug problem and basically let my life slip out of my grip for...years. I felt totally alone in the world and I should've realized the only person who could take the reins of my life...was me." She shook her head. "But as for being rejected by a lover, there've been people who didn't want me like I wanted them or changed their mind after a night or two, but I don't think I've ever been in love, but I've had my share of being turned down. But all of that pales in comparison by being turned away by someone with whom you shared your whole heart and I do know what that feels like and it feels..." Gia's eyes grew distant, a familiar coldness rolling over her bones to chill her spine. She shook herself internally and looked up to find Brett's eyes. "Unbearable." She paused. "It feels that way, Brett, but ultimately it's not. I'm not exactly the picture of the model citizen, I know, but I'm doing just fine. It turns out, all I needed was a friend to come along and help me get back on my feet and show me how to walk again."

Tears for Fears | Gia & Brett

No tears in the writer

No tears in the reader.

No surprise in the writer

No surprise in the reader.

-Robert Frost

tears for fears feat lil jon and usher comin 2018

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𝓣𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓼 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓯𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓼

Tears For Fears - “Everybody Wants To Rule The World”