Robin Williams was such a beautiful human being. I fucking hate the fact that he felt he had to take his own life.
I’ve been avoiding these feelings of grieving, because A. I dont have time to fucking sit and cry and B. obviously I have never met the man.
But it’s been weighing heavy on me. I grew up watching his movies, hearing his voice, seeing his smile and magic-like twinkly eyes on my TV. I cannot explain the connection I feel to this celebrity whom I’ve never met but I was deeply cut by his surrender to his worldly pains.
So anyway… I am rambling and not editing this as I go, as usual, so I apologize for my chopped up thoughts being spilled out horribly on this post.
I am going to watch World’s Greatest Dad because I’ve never seen it and I think by letting myself grieve his death and pay this small homage, it will make me feel a little better.
I hope wherever he is now, he is at rest. I can only think of What Dreams May Come…
well said. word.
i despise interactions that only consist of a person spilling their insides onto me. unloading onto me and then fleeing. leaving those of us that empathise/ feel deeply to be burdened. but i am learning not to let these toxic experiences define sisterhood/ friendship. i am learning not to let them close me off. from love/ from warmth/ from being tender + all of that other good stuff.