…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 that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes ‘Awww!’
Jack Kerouac (from On the Road)
0 notes
I just want to go back to Southern California and walk down Hollywod blvd
Berkeley is a great school. Great. Everybody knows that too, but being here is not what I expected at all. So maybe it’s my hormones crashing today, or whatever, but I feel kind of sad again. I want to go home soooooooo bad! I miss you Socal. I miss you so friggin much. Ugh. :(
0 notes
