i am exhausted.
my soul hurts. how funny a thing to say.
where is my relevance?
what do i relate this to?
i am tired of dealing with myself.
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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
jack kerouac
i like:
- silent film stars
- chet baker's music
- electric blankets
- owls
- leather bound books
- cranberry juice
- period piece dramas
- oxford shoes
- black coffee
- old doctor bags
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