blueeyeddd:

this is the first day of my life.

glad I didn’t die before I met you.

Reblogged from EIGHTEEN YEARS

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly without complexities or pride. I love you because I know no other way then this. So close that your hand, on my chest, is my hand. So close, that when you close your eyes, I fall asleep. (RIP Robin Williams, July 21, 1951 - August 11, 2014)

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly without complexities or pride. I love you because I know no other way then this. So close that your hand, on my chest, is my hand. So close, that when you close your eyes, I fall asleep. (RIP Robin Williams, July 21, 1951 - August 11, 2014)

All of life is a coming home.

Patch Adams (1998)

Reblogged from only a dream

"What’s wrong with death sir? What are we so mortally afraid of? Why can’t we treat death with a certain amount of humanity and dignity, and decency, and God forbid, maybe even humor.
Death is not the enemy gentlemen. If we’re going to fight a disease, let’s fight one of the most terrible diseases of all, indifference.”
                                          
Patch Adams (1998)

Reblogged from work in progress
stupididiotvideos:

My first attempt at minimalist art. In memory of Robin Williams and his unforgettable characters.

stupididiotvideos:

My first attempt at minimalist art. In memory of Robin Williams and his unforgettable characters.

Reblogged from Stupid Idiot Videos