“You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how you’ll escape one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present.”—John Green, Looking for Alaska (via observando)
Pistols shots ring out in the barroom night Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall She sees the bartender in a pool of blood Cries out “My God they killed them all” Here comes the story of the Hurricane The man the authorities came to blame For something that he never done Put him in a prison cell but one time he coulda been The champion of the world.
I’m really saddened by the death of Rubin “Hurricane” Carter yesterday. He was 76, but was stolen almost 20 years of his life being wrongly convicted for a crime he didn’t commit. Bob Dylan wrote this song about him in 1975. Rest in peace, Hurricane.
“A quiet secluded life in the country, with the possibility of being useful to people to whom it is easy to do good, and who are not accustomed to have it done to them; then work which one hopes may be of some use; then rest, nature, books, music, love for one’s neighbor — such is my idea of happiness.”—Leo Tolstoy, Family Happiness (via observando)