"I felt like lying down by the side of the trail and remembering it all. The woods do that to you, they always look familiar, long lost, like the face of a long-dead relative, like an old dream, like a piece of forgotten song drifting across the water, most of all like golden eternities of past childhood or past manhood and all the living and the dying and the heartbreak that went on a million years ago and the clouds as they pass overhead seem to testify (by their own lonesome familiarity) to this feeling."
� Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums (via dayzea)
"Call your mother. Tell her you love her. Remember you’re the only person who knows what her heart sounds like from the inside."
� wow this made me sad. (via stay-ocean-minded)
(Source: pobredreamer, via trippy-mess)
"Do not try to be pretty. You weren’t meant to be pretty; you were meant to burn down the earth and graffiti the sky. Don’t let anyone ever simplify you to just “pretty.”"
Things I Wish My Mother Had Taught Me | d.a.s (via backshelfpoet)