Saints have no moderation, nor do poets, just exuberance.
My soul can find no staircase to heaven unless it be through Earth's loveliness
Friends
Art
Movies
Music
Food
Writing
Pictures
Posters
Pop-Tarts
S'mores
My Cats
My Dog
Tattoos
Fashion.
Skating
The only people for me are the mad ones,
the ones who are mad to live,
mad to talk,
mad to be saved,
desirous of everything at the same time,
the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing,
but burn,
burn,
burn,
like fabulous yellow roman candles
exploding like spiders
across the stars
and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop
and everybody goes "Awww!â€
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