“On soft Spring nights I’ll stand in the yard under the stars—Something good will come out of all things yet—And it will be golden and eternal just like that—There’s no need to say another word.”— Big Sur, Jack Kerouac
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Being in your twenties is just
Have I eaten today? Do I have autism? I want a new job. Am I dehydrated? God, I want top surgery so bad. Where’s my birth certificate? Oh it’s nice out today! Should I get high tonight? I’m so hungry. I’m so sad. Do my friends hate me? I need a nap. I’d be so much hotter without tits.
Perché pensi io sia noioso se mi piace stare a casa o in posti poco affollati e silenziosi, almeno sentirci bene mentre parliamo o stare semplicemente insieme senza parlare?
“It is awful to want to go away and to want to go nowhere.”— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
Photo by Fredrik Posse