tre ore.

e non mi sono bastate.

24 Apr 2014 / 2 note

ho questa voragine dentro. io so cos’è: è voglia di fare qualcosa/vedere qualcuno/parlare/ridere/scherzare/bere. questa sera ho voglia di ubriacarmi ma mi sa che non c’è nessuno. ma che sfiga oh!

24 Apr 2014 / 2 note

blu on Flickr.

blu on Flickr.

24 Apr 2014 / 6 note

nighthawk-postcards:

Photos from Allen Ginsberg’s collection ‘Beat Memories.’

24 Apr 2014 / Reblogged from nighthawk-postcards with 120 note

seafaringgypsy:

Ginsberg, Kerouac, and Corso

seafaringgypsy:

Ginsberg, Kerouac, and Corso

24 Apr 2014 / Reblogged from seafaringgypsy with 188 note

mi mancavano le fragole per colazione. gnam gnam

mi mancavano le fragole per colazione. gnam gnam

24 Apr 2014 / 5 note

ok. amo follemente andrew garfield e dane dehaan. e the amazing spiderman è bellissimo, si dai. ma loro due… cioè, loro due!!! capite?!

24 Apr 2014 / 3 note

Teresa Oman

Teresa Oman

23 Apr 2014 / Reblogged from thantorn with 720 note

themaninthegreenshirt:

Old Bull Lee [William S. Burroughs]
It would take me all night to tell about Old Bull Lee; let’s just say now, he was a teacher, and it may be said that he had every right to teach because he spent all his time learning; and the things he learned were what he considered to be and called “the facts of life,” which he learned, not only out of necessity but because he wanted to. He dragged his long, thin body around the entire United States and most of Europe and North Africa in his time, only to see what was going on…. there are pictures of him with the international cocaine set of the thirties — gangs with wild hair, leaning on one another, there are other pictures of him in a Panama hat, surveying the streets of Algiers….He was an exterminator in Chicago, a bartender in New York, a summons-server in Newark. In Paris he sat at cafe tables, watching the sullen French faces go by. In Athens he looked up from his ouzo at what he called the ugliest people in the world. In Istanbul he threaded his way through crowds of opium addicts and rug-sellers, looking for the facts. In Chicago he planned to hold up a Turkish bath, hesitated just for two minutes too long for a drink, and, wound up with two dollars and had to make a run for it. He did all these things merely for the experience…. 
Jack Kerouac, On the Road (1957)

themaninthegreenshirt:

Old Bull Lee [William S. Burroughs]

It would take me all night to tell about Old Bull Lee; let’s just say now, he was a teacher, and it may be said that he had every right to teach because he spent all his time learning; and the things he learned were what he considered to be and called “the facts of life,” which he learned, not only out of necessity but because he wanted to. He dragged his long, thin body around the entire United States and most of Europe and North Africa in his time, only to see what was going on…. there are pictures of him with the international cocaine set of the thirties — gangs with wild hair, leaning on one another, there are other pictures of him in a Panama hat, surveying the streets of Algiers….He was an exterminator in Chicago, a bartender in New York, a summons-server in Newark. In Paris he sat at cafe tables, watching the sullen French faces go by. In Athens he looked up from his ouzo at what he called the ugliest people in the world. In Istanbul he threaded his way through crowds of opium addicts and rug-sellers, looking for the facts. In Chicago he planned to hold up a Turkish bath, hesitated just for two minutes too long for a drink, and, wound up with two dollars and had to make a run for it. He did all these things merely for the experience…. 

Jack Kerouac, On the Road (1957)

23 Apr 2014 / Reblogged from erzwingen with 62 note

io sono sotto il piumone e tu ti sarai addormentato, ma va bene così perché lo so che sei stanco e anche io lo sono. ora dormo e non ti sognerò (spero di farlo invece, anche sta notte). mi sento sdolcinata, troppo. avrei bisogno delle tue braccia e del tuo petto. mi piace il fatto che sei più alto di me. mi accarezzi i capelli e poi il viso e sorridi, io appoggio la testa sulla tua spalla e mi lascio coccolare. mi piace quando parli, quando respiri e quando le tue mani sono gelate e mi tocchi il viso. ti voglio bene, domani te lo dico.

22 Apr 2014 / 5 note