the lost generation

All I want to do is experience.

mawkofchagrin:

I want to experience life outside of my comforted and padded rooms. I want my clothes drenched in the rain because I couldn’t find a friend’s house to crash. I want to have my back ache from sleeping in Ben’s front seat as we travel and binge and die and are reborn again. I want to walk the streets drunkenly with Parker as our clothes dissipate. I want to stare into the black abyss with Austin as all others livers have. I want to watch my pixie cutted dream girl or my love of the future to elegantly glide in and around my life, but fall over with me in a blend of intoxicants. 

I love these classes and these people, but I want to feel the depths of desperation for love and for survival and friendship. I want the world to stand tall in my face and I want to be beaten and arise with a pen and a sheet of scribbled paper as my weaponry. I want to watch women and men sit in chairs and I splurge all of my emotions from my throat and dissolve into an outfit of clothes and a puddle of the ecstasy I was on. 

These are wonderful classes with wonderful opportunities. I just am not living in the real world. I want so much to be.

(Source: literarynegativespace)

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