
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, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.
Jack Kerouac

My point is that whatever side of this you’re on, the rhetoric we use to talk about these people who risk their lives to have a shot at picking oranges so their kids have a shot at not being dead makes it sound like we’re talking about scraping gum off our shoes. These people chose to take a huge risk to become Americans and they deserve a better descriptor than ‘illegals’.

adolescence didn’t make sense
a little loss of innocence
the ugly years of being a fool
ain’t youth meant to be beautiful?

you’re strong, a storm-braver if ever I saw one

color meme | lix storm (the hour) - royal purple | asked by melikaid