(via openingthesea)
(Source: -thousandways, via over-there)
(via openingthesea)
My fault, my failure, is not in the passions I have, but in my lack of control of them.
—Jack Kerouac
The air was soft, the stars so fine, the promise of every cobbled alley so great, that I thought I was in a dream.
—Jack Kerouac - On The Road

