I know you guys gave 100% today. You gave maybe 200%. You BROUGHT it. Even if no one wanted it, you BROUGHT IT. You brought it, you set it down, and you said, “LOOK AT THAT.” And that’s why you’re tops.
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| — | @maureenjohnson |
He is the sweetest person ever.
#i can imagine the directors being like #’tom stop doing that you’re getting your costume dirty’ #and he’d be all like #’i do not know of this tom you speak of’ #’i only respond to loki’ #’also i’m dead’
The view of Hozomeen mountain from the fire lookout on Desolation Peak, where writer Jack Kerouac once worked.
Desolation Peak Ridge
From The Canyon’s Ninety-Nine 90 lift I snapped a photo of the Desolation Peak ridge line. Although this ridge is accessible from the resort, the normal danger and warnings of avalanches in the backcountry are presented before you enter over.
With just a few dozen lines taken as you see here, the snow was plenty deep enough and tracks untouched to make the extra hike over along the ridge certainly worth the work before I give up on my snowboarding season completely.
Everytime I explain my love for Loki people look at me like I’m an idiot.
“But he’s the villian!”
…I’m sorry, was there a point you were trying to make?
Greatest. Loki. gif. EVER.
WOMP!
^^^ Greatest. Loki. gif. sound effect. EVER.
My apologies for the abundance of Kerouac-related posts. Having a Beat Binge at the moment. Please stand by.
Everytime I explain my love for Loki people look at me like I’m an idiot.
“But he’s the villian!”
…I’m sorry, was there a point you were trying to make?
Greatest. Loki. gif. EVER.
Your isolation like mine is sad and frightful mainly the blind alleys of money and love but life is not over, and much to be written and much to be respected in all of us not just for being humanity but for having tried and actually achieved a thing, namely literature and also possibly a certain spiritual eye at this point.
Ginsberg in a letter to Kerouac (June 18th, 1954)
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.
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| — | Jack Kerouac, On the Road (via runwayrebel) |
