true to form the gormless expression falls upon haley’s face again and she goes back to staring at craig with a distinct lack of emotion and life behind her eyes.
it's exactly what you think it is
‘feel great but burroughs has gone insane e as, — he keeps saying he’s going to erupt into some unspeakable atrocity such as waving his dingdong at an embassy part & such or slaughtering an arab boy to see what his beautiful insides look like — naturallyiI feel lonesome with this old familiar lunatic.’
worth coming back to tumblr for.
poets can’t resist the dramatic pull of their lives and so inevitably write autobiographical verse.
happy endings, they still don’t bore me.
but they have a way of making you pay and make you toe the line.
so fuck foreverrrrrr.
“This wallpaper is killing me. One of us has to go.” — Oscar Wilde’s tomb
i wish i could have gone to coachella.
