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You sleep coiled; tightly wound. Hands are fists beneath pillows, clenched above cotton sheets. You are at war, even in your dreams.
Rest Achilles, the world will wait | p.d (via p.d vulpe)
Constantly using john mulaneys secondary location bit in reference to popups in apps taking me to a web browser
I'm smart in the streets. What? You wanna know what I'm like in the sheets? Nah nah nah sister! You're not gettin me to no secondary location!