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(via observando)
the glow on your skin makes me wonder if you’ve been hanging out with the moon
- (via kushandwizdom)(via kushandwizdom)
What would life be if we had no courage to attempt anything?
- Vincent Van Gogh (via exoticwild)(via kissist)
