George Takei responds to “traditional” marriage fans.
George Takei is flawfree.
I live a George Takei adoration life
I lost it at the “Please tell me where this island of men is, thanks.”
ALWAYS REBLOG because it’s okay to be Takei!
when i grow up i wanna be like this man
Caught in a deep hole
Stuck at the bottom
Trying to reach for help
Slow the clock thats ticking loud
I feel that time is running out
And all thats left to do is let it wind down
Where do I even start
To pick it up when its falling apart?
Where do I even start?
Why does it seem so hard?
no one really expects you to be broken. you always smile, laugh, and make terrible jokes. everyone, even those closest, think you’re so infallible. you just want someone to see past the mask. you want someone to see into your mind, past the front and realise that maybe, just maybe, you are deeper, sadder and so much more broken than they ever saw.
It is a curious thing, the death of a loved one. We all know that our time in this world is limited, and that eventually all of us will end up underneath some sheet, never to wake up. And yet it is always a surprise when it happens to someone we know. It is like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark, and thinking there is one more stair than there is. Your foot falls down, through the air, and there is a sickly moment of dark surprise as you try and readjust the way you thought of things.
It’s been a long week
And all the lines come down heavy on me
It’s been a long week
I’m finally feeling like it’s okay to break
into a thousand pieces
no one can replace
only I can find my way
It’s been long day
And I just want to hideaway
It’s been a long year
I once wondered what would happen to my grandpa’s house when he is gone. It would be strange to think of someone else living there. My nanny and grandpa lived there for years, him for 35 and counting now. My mum once told me that it is the people in house, that make it a home and a memory. But surely a home can hold an imprint of a memory? It’s one of the frequently used explanations for ghosts in film/tv ; that a house can hold an emotional imprint, long after it is empty. But maybe that wouldn’t be such a good idea…. I have so many memories, happy and sad, linked to that house. It has maybe too many memories. Too many past echoes. Too many ghosts.
Human emotion is energy. You can’t always see it or hear it, but you can feel it. Ever had deja vu? Felt someone walk over your grave? Ever felt someone behind you in an empty room? Well there was. There always is. A ghost. - Russell T Davies
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