February 2012
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1950s
I think I should have lived in the 50s. I would have gone on meandering cross-country road trips looking all forlorn and poetic writing stories nobody would read. Or stories that too many people read and dream about living. In a time before they found out cigarettes could kill you, before any of this structured education came about and real education was doing and seeing and not just...
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“I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling...”
– Jack Kerouac, On The Road (via knockturn)
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“Happy. Just in my swim shorts, barefooted, wild-haired, in the red fire dark,...”
– Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums (via fernsandmoss)
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“III
When Adam walked in Eden young,
Happy, ‘tis writ, was he,
While...”
– A.E. Housman
Mind
If you don’t mind it doesn’t matter
“He would not stay for me, and who can wonder?
He would not stay for me to...”
– A.E. Housman, He would not stay for me, and who can wonder? (via grammatolatry)
