“Truth is a thing immortal and perpetual, and it gives to us a beauty that fades not away in time.” -Frank Norris

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San Francisco, here is your wanderin’ one Saying “I’ll wander no more.” Other places only make me love you best…

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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 and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes “Awww!”

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(this city is the only thing i truly love)

How can we live without our lives? How will we know it’s us without our past? -Grapes of Wrath







I tend to live in the past because most of my life is there.


“It’s a mad city, inhabited by perfectly insane people whose women are of remarkable beauty” –Rudyard Kipling

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