I guess you know your 21st birthday is a success when it ends with having to be drug out of the elevator and down the hall of your apartment building by the ankles. 

I guess you know your 21st birthday is a success when it ends with having to be drug out of the elevator and down the hall of your apartment building by the ankles. 

  1. mentalfurniture posted this
"with mother finally *****, and the last fantastic book flung out of the tenement window, and the last door closed at 4 A.M. and the last telephone slammed at the wall in reply and the last furnished room emptied down to the last piece of mental furniture, a yellow paper rose twisted on a wire hanger on the closet, and even that imaginary, nothing but a hopeful little bit of hallucination—"
-allen ginsberg, "Howl"

this is mostly shit that has to do with words/literature/me complaining as eloquently as possible. i don't really take myself seriously as a blogger [yet] though, so don't expect those to be the limits.

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