where are we going, walt whitman?

(...) will we walk all night through solitary streets? the trees add shade to shade, lights out in the houses, we'll both be lonely

[liminalhorror-deactivated201812]

“‘There are some books that live,’ she mused. ‘They are young with us, and they grow old with us.’”

— Virginia Woolf, Night and Day (via enchanted-garden)

[oddbpd]

brain: theyre going to abandon you

me: NOT IF I DO IT FIRST

[topcat77]

Alexander Calder 

 Soleil Rouge, 1964

[plum-soup]

*runs up that hill*

*Deals With God*

[brandywarhol]

during my time of absence from tumblr, i’ve become an old man. i now can spend a whole day either writing complaints or thinking to whom i should write one

[amare-habeo]

[clotair]

i wish no one knew anything about me 

[liz-cat-meow-deactivated2020011]

me: * has no friends * me: minimalism

[foodieforfashion]

[inkskinned]

today’s schedule

1. suffer

[perdusdanslaposte-blog]

Timbres du conte de fées “Le Loup et les Sept Chevreaux”, République fédérale d’Allemagne.

Fairytale stamps, “The Wolf and the Seven Young Kids”, Federal Republic of Germany.

[alfiusdebux]

[bazaardotco]

[futurewitchdoctor]

ken price

»Untitled«, 1991

[yoursummerdreamz]

[fuckyeahbeatniks-blog]

A woman from the audience asks: ‘Why were there so few women among the Beat writers?’ and [Gregory] Corso, suddenly utterly serious, leans forward and says: “There were women, they were there, I knew them, their families put them in institutions, they were given electric shock. In the ‘50s if you were male you could be a rebel, but if you were female your families had you locked up.

Stephen Scobie, on the Naropa Institute’s 1994 tribute to Allen Ginsberg (via fuckyeahbeatniks)

[hohohomyass]

person, glowing: I cut caffeine out of my diet and I’ve never felt better me, pouring red bull into my coffee: boy howdy you don’t say

[acehotel]

How lucky we are to have lived at the same time.