"Everything fell apart in me. How are things with you?" by Jack Kerouac (via insanity-and-vanity)
(Source: quotes-shape-us, via insanity-and-vanity)
I just realized that for months, I’ve been the friend that doesn’t care.
I’m sorry guys.
"So therefore I dedicate myself to myself, to my art, my sleep, my dreams, my labors, my suffrances, my loneliness, my unique madness, my endless absorption and hunger - because I cannot dedicate myself to any fellow being." by Jack Kerouac (via thatkindofwoman
(Source: wordsnquotes, via fuckyeahexistentialism)