Once you free your mind of rules, standards or how things are “supposed” to be, you can do whatever you want.
(via liliezen)
Source: uplifted-vibrations
Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts. I was better after I had cried, than before—more sorry, more aware of my own ingratitude, more gentle.
Charles Dickens, Great Expectations
My new favourite t-shirt.
Omg you’re so pretty and this whole post just made my night completely perfect. Thank you <3
My alone feels so good, I’ll only have you if you’re sweeter than my solitude.
Warsan Shire
(via seamoons)
Source: kenobi-wan-obi
To hell with reality! I want to die in music, not in reason or in prose. People don’t deserve the restraint we show by not going into delirium in front of them. To hell with them!
Louis-Ferdinand Céline
Happy. Just in my swim shorts, barefooted, wild-haired, in the red fire dark, singing, swigging wine, spitting, jumping, running—that’s the way to live.
Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums
I’m alive and Berlin is on fire! No, literally, I’m sweating my ass off and I wish I could go swim in ice. I’m also falling in love with every single building here. I wish I could live in them all.
And thank you all for your beautiful messages today, that’s what gives me courage to face my fears. And what better way to end the day than to see that I’m the Band Of The Week at Rumored Nights Press!
Gute nacht y’all :)
Gustav Klimt, Music, 1895
I woke up as the sun was reddening; and that was the one distinct time in my life, the strangest moment of all, when I didn’t know who I was - I was far away from home, haunted and tired with travel, in a cheap hotel room I’d never seen, hearing the hiss of steam outside, and the creak of the old wood of the hotel, and footsteps upstairs, and all the sad sounds, and I looked at the cracked high ceiling and really didn’t know who I was for about fifteen strange seconds. I wasn’t scared; I was just somebody else, some stranger, and my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost.
Jack Kerouac, On the Road
But why think about that when all the golden lands ahead of you and all kinds of unforseen events wait lurking to surprise you and make you glad you’re alive to see?
Jack Kerouac, On the Road
Flying to Berlin like what up Sweden’s here!
Adios UK, stay in trouble!
“I was surprised by how easy the act of leaving was, and how good it felt. The world was suddenly rich with possibility.”
— Jack Kerouac, On the Road
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