home in ol’ Medora, home in Ol’ Truckee
Apalachicola, home I’ll never be

Across to Mississippi, across to Tennessee
Across the Niagara, home I’ll never be
Home in ol’ Medora, home in Ol’ Truckee
Apalachicola, home I’ll never be

The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time. 

favorite movies: On The Road 2012

” I woke up as the sun was reddening; and that was the one distinct time in my life, the strangest moment of all, when I didn’t know who I was - I was far away from home, haunted and tired with travel, in a cheap hotel room I’d never seen, hearing the hiss of steam outside, and the creak of the old wood of the hotel, and footsteps upstairs, and all the sad sounds, and I looked at the cracked high ceiling and really didn’t know who I was for about fifteen strange seconds. I wasn’t scared; I was just somebody else, some stranger, and my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost “

on the road scenary porn

“What is that feeling when you’re driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? - it’s the too huge world vaulting us, and it’s goodbye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.”