Well, it ain’t no use to sit and wonder why, babe
Even you don’t know by now
And it ain’t no use to sit and wonder why, babe
It’ll never do somehow
When your rooster crows at the break of dawn
Look out your window, and I’ll be gone
You’re the reason I’m a-traveling on
But don’t think twice,…
He [Bob Dylan] made me feel like I wasn’t the only one depressed
|—||Jimi Hendrix talking about Dylan’s Like A Rolling Stone (via exiled-on-main-st)|
In a way, it was sort of depressing, too, because you kept wondering what the hell would happen to all of them. When they got out of school and college, I mean. You figured most of them would probably marry dopey guys. Guys that always talk about how many miles they get to a gallon in their goddam cars. Guys that get sore and childish as hell if you beat them at golf, or even just some stupid game like ping-pong. Guys that are very mean. Guys that never read books.
|—||J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye (via theclassicreader)|
holden caulfield thinks you’re a phony.
If a girl looks swell when she meets you, who gives a damn if she’s late?
|—||J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye (via g-eorgiapeaches)|