A Record, A Wheel

I like lava and Bright Eyes and spicy food


The poets stand in the rain.
They wear no raincoats.
They have no umbrellas.
They are discussing the shadow of a shadow of a shadow.

But their poetry is already soaking wet—-
They have not developed their reality muscles
So they walk with a limp while admiring the color of a vein in a leaf.

– Mahvash Mossaed
(via mirrorfever)

  • Benvolio: In love?
  • Romeo: Out.
  • Benvolio: Of love?
  • Romeo: Out of her favor where I am in love.
  • Benvolio: *looks into the camera like he's on The Office*

“I’ll get my ticket and say goodbye on a flower day and leave all San Francisco behind and go back home across autumn America and it’ll all be like it was in the beginning. […] On soft Spring nights I’ll stand in the yard under the stars — Something good will come out of all things yet And it will be golden and eternal just like that — There’s no need to say another word.”

– Jack Kerouac, Big Sur (via drunkanddressed)