"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, On the Road. (via ruineshumaines)(via blissful-embrace)
"I want to explain how exhausted I am. Even in my dreams. How I wake up tired. How I’m being drowned by some kind of black wave."
Elizabeth Wurtzel, Prozac Nation (via oceaniceyes)(Source: truelovegoes, via blissful-embrace)
