ma petite mandigotte

hello.
i am twenty-one.
i live in california.

guy:

u can’t spell boobytrap without partyboob

(Source: guy)

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 flag 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.

Walt Whitman, “O captain! My captain!” (via clothobuerocracy)

rest in peace, robin…

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sugarkisslove:

RIP. You will be greatly missed.
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tumbleupondisney:

lookingforaredumbrella:

tumbleupondisney:

i would like to think that walt disney is meeting robin williams right now and is telling him that he did a wonderful job of bringing magic to the world.

And now I’m crying. Again.

huuug. it’s okay to cry. we can all get through this together.

omgtiffanywtf:

"Genie, you’re free!"
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