And I realize that no matter where I am, whether in a little room full of thought, or in this endless universe of stars and mountains, it’s all in my mind.
— Jack Kerouac, Lonesome Traveler (via creatingaquietmind)
Sad, It takes death for us to open our eyes. Then after the funeral, it’s back to closing ‘em.
— Scottie Waves (via kushandwizdom)