“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
― Jack Kerouac, On the Road
“My friend who is a gardener sends me photos of himself at work” (via)
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”where do you wanna go to dinner?”
”i don’t care”
”ok”
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in third grade this kid got in trouble for saying “be free my niggas” when we released the butterflies
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when you forget capslock is on and google something really aggressively by accident
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giving birth is essentially just like pooping except out a different hole
are your poops covered in blood and start screaming and crying
only after i eat mexican food
olé
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