"‘…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 and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes ‘Awww!’ What did they call such young people in Goethe’s Germany? "

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Jack Kerouac, ‘On The Road’

To the people in my life I adore, there are only a few of you, but this is who you are to me.

Dec 28. 5 Notes.

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  1. leloo reblogged this from poddshake and added:
    go my dear, that’s the answer...question you asked me the other day…
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