my mind is exploding to say something about every image and every memory….I have an irrational lust to set down everything I know.
—Jack Kerouac (via rebekahdiary)
Collecting Some Dust
I'm just Collecting Some Dust here and there
I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till I drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.
—On The Road; Jack Kerouac (via eileenssummerreadinglist)
Bitterness, recriminations, advice, morality, sadness — everything was behind him, and ahead of him was the ragged and ecstatic joy of pure being.
—On The Road; Jack Kerouac (via eileenssummerreadinglist)
dusty road. [on the road @ costa de caparica, portugal]
Hippie house (Taken with instagram)
(via happyy-dazee)
(Source: theirgraves, via tigers-fire)
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