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all the people dreaming


Jack Kerouac Reads from "On The Road"

" So in America when the sun goes down and I sit on the old broken-down river pier watching the long, long skies over New Jersey and sense all that raw land that rolls in one unbelievable huge bulge over to the West Coast, and all that road going, all the people dreaming in the immensity of it, and in Iowa I know by now the children must be crying in the land where they let the children cry, and tonight the stars’ll be out, and don’t you know that God is Pooh Bear? the evening star must be drooping and shedding her sparkler dims on the prairie, which is just before the coming of complete night that blesses the earth, darkens all rivers, cups the peaks and folds the final shore in, and nobody, nobody knows what’s going to happen to anybody besides the forlorn rags of growing old, I think of Dean Moriarty, I even think of Old Dean Moriarty the father we never found, I think of Dean Moriarty. "

Bob Dylan - Dreamin' Of You 


The last son of Krypton. A kiss goodbye. An enthralling triumph.



What if The Man of Steel were dying? Really, truly dying—and not in the rock’em-sock’em Doomsday fight-to-the-death manner—but slowly and privately, as you or I might, from what amounts to a fatal cancer. What does the most powerful being on the planet do with the precious little time he has left?

This is the question that master comics writer Grant Morrison, illustrator Frank Quitely and digital artist Jamie Grant explore in this book. And the unforgettable answer is glorious four-color proof that with enough talent, skill and ingenuity even one of the most familiar and endlessly chronicled folk heroes of the last seven decades can be reinvented to make readers fall in love with him and his world all over again.

(11) when your love is love blown down You must live with yourself


'cause when your love is love blown down
You must sleep so your head can escape your heart

[ Elbow: Love Blown Down ]

I had to tell my friend: even though you met the most beautiful girl in all your years in the universe. even though to you she's the most precious thing...You are now crushed. Give up and accept your permanent melancholy.

 by bexe