meganwest: parislemon: nevver: “I could hear everything, together with the hum of my hotel neon. I never felt sadder in my life. LA is the loneliest and most brutal of American cities; New York gets godawful cold in the winter but there’s a feeling of wacky comradeship somewhere in some streets. LA is a jungle.” — Jack Kerouac, On the Road Agreed. If you only ever stay in a hotel in LA you’re always going to hate LA.  On The Road is a great book but a lousy life plan. To further Megan’s point, here is a sad song about being in a hotel in LA.

meganwest:

parislemon:

nevver:

“I could hear everything, together with the hum of my hotel neon. I never felt sadder in my life. LA is the loneliest and most brutal of American cities; New York gets godawful cold in the winter but there’s a feeling of wacky comradeship somewhere in some streets. LA is a jungle.”
— Jack Kerouac, On the Road

Agreed.

If you only ever stay in a hotel in LA you’re always going to hate LA. 

On The Road is a great book but a lousy life plan.

To further Megan’s point, here is a sad song about being in a hotel in LA.

(via meganwest)