I don’t even know why I try so hard to make plans with niggas. They end up fucking canceling last minute….seriously? 3rd fucking time that this has happened. Besides me having feeling for her, i’m fucking annoyed that she keeps on canceling. sometimes good reasons, and sometimes not so good. Lol. AND NIGGAS THAT CLAIM TO HAVE MY BACK. Don’t get me started on that shit. I’ve wasted sooo much of my time listening to their BULLSHIT, but when I need someone to vent to “Oh sorry, I can’t talk right now.” NIGGA FUCK YOU! I had your back since the day we met and you can’t take 10 fucking minutes out of your life to listen to what I have to talk about? GO FUCK YOURSELF. Then you tell me that you’re always here for me. NIGGA NO YOU AIN’T. And now i’m ranting on here. most likely nobody is going to read this…..so yeah….more time wasted. Lol. I’m done.
Thursday Sep 18 @ 03:11am with 0 notes
this was the best scene ever… of all time
I need this in my life at all times.
Wednesday Aug 13 @ 02:08am with 192,853 notes
I didn’t even have to guess what today’s sketch dailies topic would be. So here’s my tribute I drew for a man who was so full of laughter and love. I really did cry over his loss. Aladdin was one of the films I knew him best for since I grew up with it, along with so many of his other roles. Again, RIP Robin, I’m so sorry you had so much sadness in your life, but I hope that you are in a better place, laughing like you always did for the world.
Wednesday Aug 13 @ 02:01am with 113,162 notes
robin williams died today.
here is a list of things that robin williams was:
- and sad.
that’s important, the “and sad,” because sometimes sadness can feel like the only thing we are. it can feel all-encompassing. it can feel like the only thing anyone could possibly see, when they look at you: sad. that person is so, so, sad.
but there is always an “and.” we are never just sad. we are never only. we are always and.
we have all known people who were sad, who are sad; some of us are ourselves sad. being sad does not remove the other parts of us, though it can make them harder for us to see. when you are sad, you don’t necessarily feel like you are also funny, and sharp, and clever, and kind.
but you still are. you don’t have to feel like something to be it.
those things are written on your bones, they are woven into the fabric of your skin. sadness can feel so big, so big and overwhelming and complete, even when it is not a directed sadness. maybe especially when it is not a directed sadness, when it’s a depression that has no direct cause and nothing we can name.
sometimes the sadness is too big. people try to cut it out, or starve it out, or drink it down, or drug it silent. if this is you: i’m sorry. if this is you: you are not alone. if this is you: remember that the solution is never to give up, because you do not live in a vacuum. there are people waiting for you. there are films and songs and books and not-sadness waiting for you. i know that you don’t feel like waiting, but wait anyway.
if you need help, ask for it. here’s a link to crisis centers across the globe. if you live in the U.S., this is the national suicide prevention hotline: 1-800-273-8255.
robin williams died today, but the genie didn’t, and mrs. doubtfire didn’t, and peter pan didn’t. sean maquire didn’t, and professor philip brainard didn’t, and alan parrish didn’t. batty koda didn’t. john keating didn’t. you didn’t.
don’t.i wasn’t going to reblog anymore on this but i read this and i feel like there are probably some folks on here who might need to read it, too.
definitely needed to read this
Wednesday Aug 13 @ 01:59am with 74,733 notes