Senses gripped in the
Nervous hills tremble.
I could find a break
Vision of resent
Visions I repent
But I learn
That it’s not what it all seems.
Still terrible visions
I don’t disagree.
I am damned.
It’s only Monday,
The week will kill me.
Time is terrible.
I don’t know where to turn.
Time won’t stop for no man,
"I’d rather be thin than famous
but I’m fat
paste that in your broadway show."
— Jack Kerouac (via observando)
"It’s not that I can’t fall in love. It’s really that I can’t help falling in love with too many things all at once. So, you must understand why I can’t distinguish between what’s platonic and what isn’t, because it’s all too much and not enough at the same time."
— Jack Kerouac (via teenager90s)
"It’s so easy to be a poet and so hard to be a man."
— Charles Bukowski (via danazamartian)
"Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I’m not going to make it, but you laugh inside remembering all the times you’ve felt that way."
— Charles Bukowski (via loveyouwillbealright)