"Your eyes are like the antique globe in my grandfather's office. They tell of the places you've been," I said.
See everything inside out. Gutted intentions spill the truth. What they thought they could hide is revealed by a glance. Most of the time, just keep walking past them. See the ugliness inside, and their ruined morals. Keep plotting the course, moving on to find beauty...it rests somewhere in this world. The map is stained and ripped and yellowed; the journey has lasted years. Finally here.
"Happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing I know."-Ernest Hemingway
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how come i've never read this before? i just read it like 4 times and now my mouth is hanging open like i saw shawn harris with his shirt off or something laying on some leopard sheets. do you understand? it means i'm like woooo
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