We kissed and I felt a part of me die because I knew that it meant nothing to you. Because this was the 3rd time this week that you called me over and it’s the only thing we ever do and we never actually talk anymore. you touch me and I touch you and It’s just not enough. I want you vulnerable. I want you to go crazy when I’m not around. I don’t want you to just kiss my neck when you’re lonely.
Robin Williams’ death has been so heartbreaking. My heart aches for his family and friends, and also for the millions of people who were uplifted by him. As the preliminary cause of death has been released, it is eerie to me because it is déjà vu in the worst way — they found Andrew in pretty much the exact same fashion a bit over a year ago. It angers me just the same when I see the Facebook statuses and tweets— “do not cry for Robin Williams- be ANGRY as he committed such a selfish act, such a sin!!” Such ignorance is so pitiful. The confusion and heartbreak his friends and family are feeling right now is REAL — trust me. They are asking themselves so many question that could never get answered. But angry? No. They love him just as much as they did yesterday.
Rest in peace Andrew and Mr. Williams— I hope y’all meet and make each other laugh up there.
WE NEED FEMINISM BECAUSE WHEN LANCE ARMSTRONG GOT CANCER AND LOST A TESTICLE IT WAS ALL ABOUT HIS HEALTH AND HOW INSPIRATIONAL HE WAS BUT WHEN ANGELINA JOLIE GETS A DOUBLE MASTECTOMY TO PREVENT HERSELF FROM GETTING CANCER, IT’S ALL ABOUT HOW SHE WON’T BE A SEX SYMBOL ANYMORE AND HOW MEN ARE OFFENDED CAUSE SHE WON’T BE AN OBJECT FOR THEM
I’m pretty sure I reblog this already but this need to be reblog again
I literally never heard anybody say that about her ever…