March 2012
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My stomach hurts. I want a hug.
“Go out and do something. It isn’t your room that’s a prison, it’s yourself.”
– Sylvia Plath (via liketheopensea)
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“I saw in their eyes something I was to see over and over in every part of the...”
– John Steinbeck, Travels with Charley
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Linguistics homework noooooooooo. I am dizzy and my head is throbbing and am nauseous as hell and I CANNOT DECODE Luiseno, a Uto-Aztecan language right now.
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Haiku by Kerouac
Those birds sitting
Out there on the fence—
They’re all going to die
My hands tremble like marionettes—
I know you’ve come to devour me alive,
You with a mouth like a black chasm,
With eyes like smoking embers.
February 2012
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“The test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposed ideas...”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald (via not-badforagirl)
Despite having the flu and feeling like shit today, it was a pretty good one. 70 degrees out, sat in the sun for hours, chocolate cinnamon ice cream, 2 hour nap, and a random guy let me punch him.
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“Those who love never know what they love, or why they love, or what love is.”
– Fernando Pessoa
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Excerpt from The Subterraneans
She makes the madwoman face at me, the face rigid, the eyes shining shining shining like the stars of heaven—and far from being frightened I am utterly amazed at the beauty of her and I say “and I also see the earth in your eyes, that’s what I think of you, you have a certain kind of beauty, not that I’m hung-up on the earth and Indians and all that, and wanta harp all the...
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Last Paragraph of On the Road
“So in America when the sun goes down and I sit on the old broken-down river pier watching the long, long skies over New Jersey and sense all that raw land that rolls in one unbelievable huge bulge over to the West Coast, and all that road going, and all the people dreaming in the immensity of it, and in Iowa I know by now the children must be crying in the land where they let the children cry,...
Anonymous asked: When/How did you first get into the Beat Poets?
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“Life was dense, dark, ancient. They watched Dean, serious and insane at his...”
– Jack Kerouac, On The Road (via rupert-the-bear)
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“Everything is holy! everybody’s holy! everywhere is holy! everyday is in...”
– Howl, Allen Ginsberg
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“Sal, we gotta go and never stop going till we get there.”
“Where we going,...”
– Jack Kerouac, On the Road (via artgarfunkel-)
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“To feel everything in every way,
To live everything from all sides,
To be the...”
– Fernando Pessoa
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All life is but a skull bone
and a rack of ribs through which
we keep passing food & fuel—
Just so’s we can burn so
furious Beautiful
—Jack Kerouac
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“How do you explain homosexuality? This is probably a weird question, but one of my friends is really sheltered- we’re in 8th grade- and she just can’t understand it. She just thinks that it’s like being best friends or she gets this really somber, sympathetic tone and says ‘ah, they must be angry at the opposite sex/have mixed feelings/have been mistreated.’ Thanks guys!”
Kristin Says:
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Dear god
I’m suddenly so hyper I’m practically about to have a panic attack. WTF body, it’s 1:17 am.
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God, midnight poems in French.
La monde, elle brule et embrasse-moi avec bras rouges.
Feu—émeutes des fleurs blesse-moi,
Caches toi-même, ma sœur, ma mère des eau et liberté.
Aide-elle, kidnappeur, avec sa métier de mort;
Tu connais la sucre que tes yeux as faim pour.
Je déteste ton visage, mon amour, j’ai haine pour ton voix—
Baise-toi, Lucifer, tu as malentendus de questions éternelles.
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Well then.
Fuckingshitgoddamnmotherfucker I fucking deserve better than this piece of shit rationalization. Godfuckingdammit I will destroy this if it’s the last thing I do it my pathetic life. Fuck this bullshit. Get your fucking act together, Sarah.
“All people dream, but not equally. Those that dream by night in the dusty...”
– D. H. Lawrence (via laughinglemur)
