backtothegypsyy:

“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

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not-much-ado:

Bob trying on pants.

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churchofdave:

My life feels like Fight Club except I know it’s just me kicking myself in the balls.

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luxe-love:

Ohmygod

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possible profession?

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i totally have that eyeball necklace from when i was a youngin

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allegorys:

“Moonlight night” by Kouji Tomihisa