From a letter from Allen Ginsberg to Jack Kerouac, dated October 13, 1960.

dude chill there’s a crack in everything. that’s how the light gets in

i’m mostly over it now but i’ll keep exploiting the situation for the sake of my instagram stories

i’ve lost a lot of weight recently due to stress related matters so now i can’t sit for prolonged periods of time without experiencing intense pain in the lower half of my body

i feel a funeral in my brain i’ll be cool when i see you again

i just dm’d a band hoping to get the address to some house show happening on halloween and felt this very very very intense rush of embarrassment flow through my body. it was like god was punishing me for wanting to go out and have fun like a regular teenager

i hate your constant oscillations you just go back and forth and back and forth again it’s like your fucking occupation how you shatter my relief like porcelain

some things don’t change until violence ceases

the lowest point of my life was when i was unironically crying to hotline bling by drake

feeling so isolated in every friendship i’ve ever had that all i ask of people anymore is to think of me offhandedly from time to time

neal cassady

when i was eleven i’d listen to this song almost compulsively throughout the day because i felt like it encapsulated how i’d feel at some faraway point in the future & i was somewhat right music.apple.com/us/album/bra…