Aug
13
2014

Reblogged from poolnerds :

blinking-red-light:

"We heard a little girl… GOT SERIOUSLY BURNED!"

Aug
12
2014

Reblogged from nzurianne :

jueki:

I only saw faces, I only saw the waves….I should have seen the wind, Wind is what makes the waves.

Aug
12
2014

Reblogged from thebro-d :

Aug
11
2014

Reblogged from apatheticturtledove :

sharoncarter:

this is the hardest a celebrity passing has hit me in a really long time i’m just genuinely upset he was such an integral role in my childhood and this hurts.

Aug
11
2014
Aug
11
2014

Reblogged from chrrycola :

You know that place between sleep and awake? That place where you still remember dreaming?

Aug
11
2014

Reblogged from tealeavesandbookbindings :

"Thank you for believing."

Robin Williams as Peter Pan in Hook (via journaling-junkie)

Aug
11
2014

Reblogged from tealeavesandbookbindings :

maggie-stiefvater:


O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
                         But O heart! heart! heart!
                            O the bleeding drops of red,
                               Where on the deck my Captain lies,
                                  Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
                         Here Captain! dear father!
                            The arm beneath your head!
                               It is some dream that on the deck,
                                 You’ve fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
                         Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
                            But I with mournful tread,
                               Walk the deck my Captain lies,
                                  Fallen cold and dead.

Robin Williams. :(

maggie-stiefvater:

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
                         But O heart! heart! heart!
                            O the bleeding drops of red,
                               Where on the deck my Captain lies,
                                  Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
                         Here Captain! dear father!
                            The arm beneath your head!
                               It is some dream that on the deck,
                                 You’ve fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
                         Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
                            But I with mournful tread,
                               Walk the deck my Captain lies,
                                  Fallen cold and dead.

Robin Williams. :(

(Source: khaleesisexual)

Aug
11
2014

Reblogged from halflifeoflove :

halflifeoflove:

Thank you for everything you taught us, Professor Keating.

halflifeoflove:

Thank you for everything you taught us, Professor Keating.

Aug
11
2014

Reblogged from theimpossiblecool :

theimpossiblecool:

Robin. 

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