I feel so stupid. I should’ve known. I mean we weren’t officially together. So why am I crying? Why do I feel so hurt? How can you be in love with someone and they don’t even think of you as anything? I don’t understand, I don’t cry over stupid boys so why am I crying?

"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, On the Road (via hedonistpoet)