funkkitty: “My soul began its first sink into her, deep, heady, lost; like drowning in a witches’ brew, Keltic, sorcerous, starlike.” — Jack Kerouac, from “Maggie Cassidy,” published c. January 1959 (via violentwavesofemotion)
funkkitty: “My soul began its first sink into her, deep, heady, lost; like drowning in a witches’ brew, Keltic, sorcerous, starlike.” — Jack Kerouac, from “Maggie Cassidy,” published c. January 1959 (via violentwavesofemotion)
funkkitty: “My soul began its first sink into her, deep, heady, lost; like drowning in a witches’ brew, Keltic, sorcerous, starlike.” — Jack Kerouac, from “Maggie Cassidy,” published c. January 1959 (via violentwavesofemotion)
funkkitty: “My soul began its first sink into her, deep, heady, lost; like drowning in a witches’ brew, Keltic, sorcerous, starlike.” — Jack Kerouac, from “Maggie Cassidy,” published c. January 1959 (via violentwavesofemotion)
funkkitty: “My soul began its first sink into her, deep, heady, lost; like drowning in a witches’ brew, Keltic, sorcerous, starlike.” — Jack Kerouac, from “Maggie Cassidy,” published c. January 1959 (via violentwavesofemotion)
funkkitty: “My soul began its first sink into her, deep, heady, lost; like drowning in a witches’ brew, Keltic, sorcerous, starlike.” — Jack Kerouac, from “Maggie Cassidy,” published c. January 1959 (via violentwavesofemotion)
funkkitty: “My soul began its first sink into her, deep, heady, lost; like drowning in a witches’ brew, Keltic, sorcerous, starlike.” — Jack Kerouac, from “Maggie Cassidy,” published c. January 1959 (via violentwavesofemotion)
funkkitty: “My soul began its first sink into her, deep, heady, lost; like drowning in a witches’ brew, Keltic, sorcerous, starlike.” — Jack Kerouac, from “Maggie Cassidy,” published c. January 1959 (via violentwavesofemotion)
funkkitty: “My soul began its first sink into her, deep, heady, lost; like drowning in a witches’ brew, Keltic, sorcerous, starlike.” — Jack Kerouac, from “Maggie Cassidy,” published c. January 1959 (via violentwavesofemotion)
funkkitty: “My soul began its first sink into her, deep, heady, lost; like drowning in a witches’ brew, Keltic, sorcerous, starlike.” — Jack Kerouac, from “Maggie Cassidy,” published c. January 1959 (via violentwavesofemotion)
funkkitty: “My soul began its first sink into her, deep, heady, lost; like drowning in a witches’ brew, Keltic, sorcerous, starlike.” — Jack Kerouac, from “Maggie Cassidy,” published c. January 1959 (via violentwavesofemotion)
