A Love Like Autumn

i’ll be gone until april.

So therefore I dedicate myself to myself, to my art, my sleep, my dreams, my labors, my sulfrances, my loneliness, my unique madness, my endless absorption and hunger because I cannot dedicate myself to any fellow being.

— Jack Kerouac

I mean, they say you die twice. One time when you stop breathing and a second time, a bit later on, when somebody says your name for the last time.

— Banksy

(Source: fuckyeahitchywitch, via dirtydesigns)

i can’t fucking sleep again. why do my circadian rhythms hate me?