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My whole wretched life swam before my weary eyes, and I realized no matter what you do it’s bound to be a waste of time in the end so you might as well go mad.

Jack Kerouac, On the Road  (via seabois)

(via poppycock-smut)

I don’t want love.

If I leave before you,
And I walk out alone,
Keep your hands to yourself
When you follow me home.