prisoner of my own vice
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Glass Table Lamp by Hind Rabii
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Strange face 
With your eyes
So pale and sincere
Underneath you know well
You have nothing to fear
For the dreams that came
To you when so young
Told of a life 
Where spring is sprung
You would seem so frail 
In the cold of the night
When the armies of emotion
Go out to fight
But while the earth 
Sinks to it’s grave
You sail to the sky 
On the crest of a wave
So forget this cruel world
Where I belong
I’ll just sit and wait
And sing my song
And if one day you should see me in the crowd
Lend a hand and lift me
To your place in the cloud

focus-damnit:

(via studio number 19: At home with Mr Smith)
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What if, instead of expecting God to love you and make you feel happy, you love Him and try and make Him happy? Because when we choose to reach out, we will be surprised, because we will see that He has been reaching for us all along, when we were just too busy looking at our own needs and desires.
━ T.B. LaBerge, Jesus, His Grace and the Gospel (via sorakeem)

(Source: tblaberge, via sorakeem)

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