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Let’s go somewhere. 

Let’s go somewhere. 

Fugazi - Turnover, live 1991

Advice? I don’t have advice. Stop aspiring and start writing. If you’re writing, you’re a writer. Write like you’re a goddamn death row inmate and the governor is out of the country and there’s no chance for a pardon. Write like you’re clinging to the edge of a cliff, white knuckles, on your last breath, and you’ve got just one last thing to say, like you’re a bird flying over us and you can see everything, and please, for God’s sake, tell us something that will save us from ourselves. Take a deep breath and tell us your deepest, darkest secret, so we can wipe our brow and know that we’re not alone. Write like you have a message from the king. Or don’t. Who knows, maybe you’re one of the lucky ones who doesn’t have to.

—Alan Wilson Watts

I’m watching. 

I’m watching. 

humansofnewyork:

“If you could be one age forever, what would it be?”
“Thirty or forty. Old enough to know who you are, but young enough that you still have plenty of mountains to climb.”
(Cambridge, MA)

humansofnewyork:

“If you could be one age forever, what would it be?”

“Thirty or forty. Old enough to know who you are, but young enough that you still have plenty of mountains to climb.”

(Cambridge, MA)

Video for “Roadrunner” by the MODERN LOVERS

Jonathan Richman, Jerry Harrison, Ernie Brooks, and David Robinson
originally recorded 1972,
released on Beserkley records 1976.

(Source: rbbrooks, via fuckyeahmassachusetts)

Into the Great Wide Open

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Planning a road trip through the beautiful, lawless American Southwest. I once flew over AZ and there was a tiny, single rain cloud floating in the burning vastness. I want to go to there. 


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