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 flat 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!
This 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.
#O Captain! My Captain!
#Dead Poets Society
"O Captain! my Captain!" - Walt Whitman, 1865
Robin Williams, R.I.P
So if you’re looking for some proof that there’s a heart inside of me, then lace your fingers between mine and you will see it start to leak.
Holy fuck. Beautiful
R.I.P Robin Williams July 21 1951 - August 11 2014
"Any last words? "Jumanji"
Thank you Robin Williams for being such a major part of my childhood. Thank you for your amazing impressions and your hilarious jokes. Thank you for making me laugh. Just thank you for being an amazing actor, there will truly never be anyone else like you.
"Sometimes the best actors are the most terrifying ones. We forget that they are not their characters. We forget that they do not hold all the answers like the teachers and fathers and therapists and captains and genies that they play. We forget that though his character is confident that true happiness is waking up next to the same woman every day and still being totally vulnerable and naive with her, in reality, his actual self has no fucking clue what it is. We forget that when he tells us to seize the day and smell and taste and love with all our hearts those very things may be the ones slowly ripping him apart. We forget that even though he lets us see every nuance of the people he portrays, the best actor never really lets us see him. And we may feel like we are his best friend and his patient and his student and his daughter because of the way he delivers those lines and the way he tells those stories and the way he makes us laugh. It’s hard to realize he’s hurting. It’s hard to realize that. Good actors make it hardest to remember that in the end they are so fucking human and so fucking lost like the rest of us."
"For Mr. Williams" by Claire Luisa (via claireluisa)
Claire, this is is so so beautiful and poignant. What a lovely ‘tribute’.
Rest in Peace, Robin Williams.
July 21st, 1951 - August 11th, 2014
Thank you for bringing joy into my childhood and life with your voice and acting. Thank you for your contagious jokes, your wacky impersonations, and amazing acting. Thank you for making my childhood experience better, and thank you for bringing joy to those even though you battled with your own joy. If only you could have known how much you’ve impacted people. Your life work will live on, and you will never be forgotten. I know I won’t forget you. Thank you for helping me whenever I felt sad and having a film for every mood. Gone, but never forgotten.
(Source: disneyyandmore, via queenraynajaymes)