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« In 1957, Allen Ginsberg and Jack Kerouac seemed to come from nowhere, though they had been writing their poetry and fiction underground since the beginning of the Fifties. It was just that no one had dared to publish them. They gave voice to the restlessness and spiritual discontent so many felt but had been unable to articulate. Powerful desires for a freer life were suddenly set loose by words with compelling, irresistible rhythms. The Beat writers found an audience grown so ripe that the impact was immediate. »
Minor characters : a beat memoir by Joyce JOHNSON
summer is fun and romantic in theory but for us sweaty bitches it just isn’t realistic
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I’m not like most girls *long pause as I sip chocolate milk through my very complex straw* I’m worse
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“That time you confused a lesson for a soulmate.”— Dream Hampton
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First year Philosophy student: pretentious, argumentative, thinks they know more that they actually do.
Fourth year Philosophy student: also pretentious but is mentally & emotionally too dead to argue.
A Philosophy graduate: full of regret.
Your Philosophy professor: “don’t EVER email me again.” But might drink with you tbh.
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"I never wanted a quiet, sensible sort of love. I wanted to be devoured."
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