Where the toiling ghosts spring.

" At night they would go walking ‘till the breaking of the day,
The morning is for sleeping…
Through the dark streets they go searching to see God in their own way,
Save the nighttime for your weeping…
Your weeping…

Singing la lalalalala la lé…
And the night over London lay…

So we rode down to the river where the toiling ghosts spring,
For their curses to be broken…
We’d go underneath the arches where the witches are in the saying,
There are ghost towns in the ocean…
The ocean…"

Cemeteries Of London © Coldplay

Isis, O Isis, you mystical child.

"...What drives me to you is what drives me insane.
I still can remember the way that you smiled
On the fifth day of May in the drizzlin' rain."

She is no one; she is all of them.

Isis, oh.

show me your heart.

I can't get enough of Iron Man.

I was called a female Tony Stark. Which is pretty much the most badass statement ever.