I just disappointed a big portion of the people I care about in one go. All because there were too many people expecting things from me or counting on me and too many thoughts were breaking my brain.

I wish I had the guts or the willpower to do something. I really do. But all of my soul energy has left my body and there’s nothing left but a dull aching emptiness where there once was peace and a home and friends and joy.

Berkeley was my home. Berkeley was my solace. Now it’s not. And I can’t handle that anymore. Not even a little bit. Now to spend the next year trying to figure out how to get as far away from everyone and everything and find a place that actually feels like home.

I want to go home.

I’m an idiot.

I can’t accomplish anything.

I’m such a waste.

August 11 201404·55 pm118,368 notes

queendanneelackles:

When I was upset or suffering from a terrible day, nothing cheered me up more, even for a minute, than watching this man’s films or watching his interviews online. There is no way you could not laugh or crack a smile and his comedic nature. Thank you Robin. 

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miladyswan:

I am honestly in shock. He was one of those actors who shaped my view on cinema and comedy. From Jack to Jumanji, Aladdin to Ferngully, Mrs. Doubtfire to Dead Poets Society. Robin Williams was always present during my childhood and it shocks me to no end how he is gone so quickly and so soon. He was truly one of the most talented and funny actors of his time. Rest in peace, sir. Thank you for giving everyone a friend like you.

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July 29 201402·00 am1,589 notes

n7commander:

Sole Survivor

During your service, a mission you were on went horribly wrong. Trapped in an extreme survival situation, you had to overcome physical torments and psychological stresses that would have broken most people. You survived while all those around you fell, and now you alone are left to tell the tale. The Sole Survivor’s unit was slaughtered in a thresher maw attack on Akuze.

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July 29 201401·36 am53,748 notes

shavostars:

Day7: Fav Fire Type

This took a while to do AHh!

The second image is available at my Society6 while the very bottom line of that image is available as a shirt at Society6 OR Redbubble!

Stickers are also available at Redbubble!

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So much of my life recently has been revolving around what the fuck art is and why people think of it as art, and how culture, religion, gender, location, sexuality, all of that jazz plays into it. It’s incredibly exhausting to think about, but not because of how heavy the subjects are.

I’m just so tired of people not giving a shit. I am tired of white people saying things like, racism doesn’t exist anymore. Or that young, white males feel slighted since all we’ve focused on is other cultures. Or worse! That making art about racism propagates racism! All the while saying that they fully support the rights of others.

There’s also such a culture of “fine art” and what can qualify to be it. Like comics are a hobby and making art with video games doesn’t qualify. And just such a shitty blend of elitism and egotism that I want to punch myself in the face (so I don’t have to hear this shit anymore).

Everyone seems to demand that everything be original and made by someone’s own hands, while still emulating and copying the “masters” of art, all of which had fucking troops of people at their disposal.

I just hate being in such a toxic environment. I love making art, I love being creative, but even while taking a class meant to question the entire system of art as an institution (be it an art school, a museum, a gallery), everyone seems to wonder why we’re bothering to question it.

tldr; art people make me drink a bottle of wine at 2 in the morning while I contemplate how to ridicule all of them using my final project

June 30 201412·11 am1,433 notes

CONCEPT ART
fallout 3

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Neko