every fucking day
If someone were to die at the age of 63 after a lifelong battle with MS or Sickle Cell, we’d all say they were a “fighter” or an “inspiration.” But when someone dies after a lifelong battle with severe mental illness and drug addiction, we say it was a tragedy and tell everyone “don’t be like him, please seek help.” That’s bullshit. Robin Williams sought help his entire life. He saw a psychiatrist. He quit drinking. He went to rehab. He did this for decades. That’s HOW he made it to 63. For some people, 63 is a fucking miracle. I know several people who didn’t make it past 23 and I’d do anything to have 40 more years with them.
RIP Robin Williams. I need a group hug right now. :(
You’re only given a little spark of madness. You mustn’t lose it.
Rest in Peace
it’s just like the good old days, huh?
imagine meeting that one person who just completely throws you out of your comfort zone like hey you let’s go skydiving and travel around the world and ride crazy ass rides and get shitty tattoos and skinny dip at night and eat fancy food and drink shit loads of alcohol and not come home for a few days
That’s the bae, alright…
(unless it’s talking on the phone, debt collectors, or being late lolol)