Glass House, Glass Heart

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Sun May 20
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“ Tell me what you know about dreamin’ dreamin’
you don’t really know about nothin’ nothin’
tell me what you know about them night terrors every night
5 am, cold sweats wakin’ up to the skies
tell me what you know about dreams, dreams
tell me what you know about night terrors, nothin’
you don’t really care about the trials of tomorrow
rather lay awake in a bed full of sorrow Pursuit of Happiness by Kid Cudi

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And so I watched you take on last wheezy breath

Where your heart stopped beating

But your eyes kept looking

And your mouth perpetually open.

I’ve had my night terrors, my horror filled dreams

And still, but still your eyes follow me.

-Lauren Barbour　

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“ I live by morals, I don’t live by laws,” he went on. “Laws are something made by assholes. George Hotz, Sony, and the Anonymous Hacker Wars (via nevver)

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=agnes-cecile. WIP - about a new place.

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Lack of inspiration.

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“ And yet the love you were looking for, I had to give you;
the love I was looking for—so your tired,
knowing eyes implied—you had to give me.
Our bodies sensed and sought each other;
our blood and skin understood.

But, flustered, we both hid ourselves. C. P. Cavafy, from “On the Stairs” in Collected Poems, trans. Edmund Keeley (via proustitute)

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