late night breakdowns are my speciality
not my family bitch
when u get read by a close friend
on something youre sensitive about
Allen Ginsberg: [reading his poem] Be careful, you are not in Wonderland. I’ve heard the strange madness long growing in your soul, in your isolation but you fortunate in your ignorance. You who have suffered find where love hides, give, share, lose, lest we die unbloomed.
Jack Kerouac: Allen, that was beautiful, kid.
Lucien Carr: You wrote that?
Allen Ginsberg: You asked me to.
im gonna write down the urls in a little notebook and involve it in a special project thing yay :) xoxo
Mom: when I was your age….
if ur gonna talk shit about me behind my back at least look at my great ass