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I am all NyQuil-ed up but they didn’t have my medicine ): hopefully I’ll be able to get a good nights sleep for the first time in the past fucking week. I hate being sick.
This obsession to save Dean? The way you two keep sacrificing yourselves for each other? Nothing good comes out of it. Just blood and pain. Dean’s your weakness. The bad guys know it, too. It’s gonna be the death of you, Sam. Sometimes, you just gotta let people go.
Jared is the cutest thing on this planet let me kiss your face and ride you please and thank youuuuu.
"When you come from being told “You ain’t got nothing”,
and that you not about nothing,
and that your dreams only come true when you follow people…
It makes it really hard to believe that the world is yours.
So when Nas said, “The world is yours”, I took it personal.
Felt like he was talking to me.
You know what? I don’t care what you say. He was.
Deadass woke up one morning and decided I’m not gonna be judged no more, I’m not gonna feel no more pain.
Dead ass listen to my music and be feeling like… somebody.. else.. is over me… telling me what I should write.
You know how that shit feel? You know what? It’s over.
Only person I gotta worry about being real to is me.”
Ballroom Luminoso is a public art installation consisting of six sculptural chandeliers created by technologist Joe O’Connell and sculptor Blessing Hancock. Each luminous globe includes a custom designed LED light fixture encased in a spherical cage made of recycled bicycle parts that have been collected from bike co-ops from across the country. The artistic duo installed their spheres of light in a freeway underpass in San Antonio, Texas where they say it has “[rejuvenated] a forgotten space for the community.” If you like hanging lights that cast lively shadows, you might also be interested in checking out Forms in Nature, a chandelier that produces a forest of wild tree shadows
“Alone is the word that best describes.
Nothing in common, I heard you testify.
Sayin’ you know how I feel.. No one does.
Maybe I feel this way ‘cause I ain’t grow enough.
Showin’ love to hoes and thugs who don’t know me much.
Status in a rich mans apparatus.
Leaves them to being my friend for their satisfaction,
and me writing songs in a unhappy fashion
Tucked away to die another day my bond with myself keeps me promising help,