Bob Dylan and Allen Ginsberg at Jack Kerouac’s grave.
Lowell, MA, 1975.
(via i-bet-we-laugh)
We are vagabonds
we travel without seatbelts on
Hannah, this girl looks like an exotic version of binder-face! click through, you will appreciate it with all your art knowledge of how they re-make so many classics
I really believe it’s the moments we can’t talk about that become the rest of our lives. It’s the moments we cannot process by telling a story that destroy us in the end.
and/or - jeanann verlee
jesus fucking christ
