boundcreature

"The revulsion that made Rearden turn his face away contained a spasm of pity. There was an instant when he wanted to seize his brother's shoulders, to shake him, to cry: How could you do this to yourself? How did you come to a stage where this is all that's left of you? Why did you let the wonderful fact of your own existence go by? ... He looked away. He knew it was useless"

Ayn Rand,
Atlas Shrugged.

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i don't particularly want to go home tomorrow.

i just want to work until i am exhausted and sleep until i am energized.

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got bored and updated my profile.