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The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.
— Jack Kerouac, On the Road (via blua)
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We forget we’re
mostly water
till the rain falls
and every atom
in our body
starts to go home
mostly water
till the rain falls
and every atom
in our body
starts to go home
— Albert Huffstickler (via timfen)
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I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me.
I cannot even explain it to myself.
I cannot even explain it to myself.
— Franz Kafka (via 90sgrunge)
