Icarus

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"Greasy Grass Country" is what the Oglala used to call it. Crazy Horse was killed right near here, you know. Not too far. Right nearby. Bayoneted to death. Imagine that. Bayoneted. Not unlike Christ, when you come right down to it. Not to mention the two thieves. Spears to the ribs. Sacrificed like some wild beast. Some dangerous critter that might jump up out of the dark and rip your throat out for no reason. That’s the kind of fear they had. Tricked him into coming into the fort — starved him right into it — promised him stuff — promised him land — hunting rights — promised him freedom — that’s the worst of it. "Freedom" they called it. They were full of promises back then. Still are. Same ones. Crazy Horse — a man of his people. Not many of them left. He was only thirty years old.

Don’t you think there ought to be a National Day of Rest for someone like that? A true American Hero. Close the schools. Close the post office. Five minutes of pure silence across the nation. Five minutes of pure silence.

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Sam Shepard
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"When “i” is replaced with “we” even illness becomes wellness."

Malcolm X (via amorestavivo)

This changed me.

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Woodstock, 1969.

"They went to a psychedelic pasture to listen to their music, to be with people who dressed like them and played like them. There was a shared bond on a cosmic scale, and their elders marveled that all these kids could be in one place for three days without violence or mayhem, despite pitifully inadequate facilities and food supplies, and despite rains that fell so long and hard they would have drowned any other party. The lesson was simple: These long-haired, antiwar bra-burners and boys with beads had created a field of dreams, and perhaps from it would rise something bright and beautiful for the future."

babeimgonnaleaveu:

Woodstock, 1969.

"They went to a psychedelic pasture to listen to their music, to be with people who dressed like them and played like them. There was a shared bond on a cosmic scale, and their elders marveled that all these kids could be in one place for three days without violence or mayhem, despite pitifully inadequate facilities and food supplies, and despite rains that fell so long and hard they would have drowned any other party. The lesson was simple: These long-haired, antiwar bra-burners and boys with beads had created a field of dreams, and perhaps from it would rise something bright and beautiful for the future."

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"A warrior doesn’t need personal history. One day, he finds it is no longer necessary for him, and he drops it."
Carlos Castaneda (via nirvikalpasamadhi)

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princessaftbh:

nobody legitimately needs me and that’s a really shitty feeling

THEN YOU’VE GOT TO NEED YOURSELF

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