Coalescing
~ Friday, May 25 ~
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My shoes are clean from walking in the rain.
— ― Jack Kerouac
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Isn’t it true that you start your life a sweet child believing in everything under your father’s roof? Then comes the day of the Laodiceans, when you know you are wretched and miserable and poor and blind and naked, and with the visage of a gruesome grieving ghost you go shuddering through nightmare life.
— ― Jack Kerouac
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fleetingechoes:

Something I should really change

fleetingechoes:

Something I should really change


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he saw that all the struggles of life were incessant, laborious, painful, that nothing was done quickly, without labor, that it had to undergo a thousand fondlings, revisings, moldings, addings, removings, graftings, tearings, correctings, smoothings, rebuildings, reconsiderings, nailings, tackings, chippings, hammerings, hoistings, connectings — all the poor fumbling uncertain incompletions of human endeavor. They went on forever and were forever incomplete, far from perfect, refined, or smooth, full of terrible memories of failure and fears of failure, yet, in the way of things, somehow noble, complete, and shining in the end.
— ― Jack Kerouac
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Offer them what they secretly want and they of course immediately become panic-stricken.
— ― Jack Kerouac
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I realized these were all the snapshots which our children would look at someday with wonder, thinking their parents had lived smooth, well-ordered lives and got up in the morning to walk proudly on the sidewalks of life, never dreaming the raggedy madness and riot of our actual lives, our actual night, the hell of it, the senseless emptiness.
— ― Jack Kerouac, On the Road
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Roaring dreams take place in a perfectly silent mind. Now that we know this, throw the raft away.
— Jack Kerouac (via thenovelapproach)

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My fault, my failure, is not in the passions I have, but in my lack of control of them.
Jack Kerouac  (via lifeofcassidy)

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The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes “Awww!
— Jack Kerouac, On the Road (via disagioland)

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