A woman who hates you is playing the pianoforte.
You have five hundred a year. From who? Five hundred what? No one knows. No one cares. You have it. It’s yours. Every year. All five hundred of it.
A charming man attempts to flirt with you. This is terrible.
You are in a garden, and you are astonished."
tumblr has forced me to think about and eventually understand so much about my sexuality, gender, romantic preferences and just general outlook on humanity and I am so grateful for that
we need to use this awful tragedy to make people realise that even the happiest of people can be depressed, even the happiest of people can hate themselves, even the happiest of people can take their lives. we need to make people realise that mental illness is a genuine problem for people of all ages all over the world. we cannot let him die in vain
rest in peace robin williams