Tyler Hoechlin at TV Guide Magazine Comic Con 2011-2014
Sometimes we do wrong things to make it right.
Stephen fry ladies and gentlemen
Eminem & Robin Williams.. Need I say more„?
At Disney’s Hollywood Studios - RIP ❤️
So if I asked you about art, you’d probably give me the skinny on every art book ever written. Michelangelo, you know a lot about him. Life’s work, political aspirations, him and the Pope, sexual orientation, the whole works, right? But I’ll bet you can’t tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You’ve never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling. Seen that. If I ask you about women, you’d probably give me a syllabus about your personal favorites. You may have even been laid a few times. But you can’t tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy. You’re a tough kid. And I’d ask you about war, you’d probably throw Shakespeare at me, right: ‘Once more into the breach, dear friends.’ But you’ve never been near one. You’ve never held your best friend’s head in your lap, and watch him gasp his last breath looking to you for help. I’d ask you about love, you’d probably quote me a sonnet. But you’ve never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone that could level you with her eyes, feeling like God put an angel on Earth just for you. Who could rescue you from the depths of Hell. And you wouldn’t know what it’s like to be her angel, to have that love for her, be there forever, through anything, through cancer. And you wouldn’t know about sleeping sittin’ up in the hospital room for two months, holding her hand, because the doctors could see in your eyes that the terms ‘visiting hours’ don’t apply to you. You don’t know about real loss, ‘cause that only occurs when you’ve loved something more than you love yourself. And I doubt you’ve ever dared to love anybody that much.
I look at you. I don’t see an intelligent, confident man. I see a cocky, scared shitless kid. But you’re a genius, Will. No one denies that. No one could possibly understand the depths of you. But you presume to know everything about me because you saw a painting of mine. You ripped my fuckin’ life apart. You’re an orphan, right? (nodding) Do you think I’d know the first thing about how hard your life has been, how you feel, who you are, ‘cause I read Oliver Twist? Does that encapsulate you? Personally, I don’t give a shit about all that, because you know what, I can’t learn anything from you I can’t read in some fuckin’ book. Unless you want to talk about you, who you are. Then I’m fascinated. I’m in. But you don’t wanna do that, do you, sport? You’re terrified of what you might say. Your move, chief.
You know, normally when a celebrity dies, I don’t get too torn up about it. I make a remark about how I knew what the person had done and say “Wow, that’s a shame, RIP”. But something feels different about this one. This one feels almost like a death of a family member. Because in a way, this man was family. He was a part of many of the things I loved in childhood. And when I look back, I realize how big of a void this man will leave behind.
This was a man who had the ability to completely transform himself just to give us a few laughs and help us forget about our problems, and many of these appearances were ones I cherished as a child and that I cherish even now. He was a desperate father who dressed in drag just to spend time with his kids. He was an adult trying to find the youth he lost. He was a shock jockey trying to liven up the lives of military men who more than likely were going to die. He was a semi-phenomenal being with cosmic powers in an “itty-bitty living space”. He was the enthusiastic teacher who was willing to break the rules to turn his students into good men. He was the bitter counselor who used his inner demons to help a bright young man with no drive believe in something. He valued the power of laughter even in the darkest times. And that made us welcome him into our lives with no hesitation.
What makes me all the more sad about his passing is that he always tried his hardest to make us forget about our demons for an hour or two, but in the end, he couldn’t fight his own. Hearing about what he went through in his life makes me feel all the more horrible. He did all this to make us feel better, but he didn’t believe he could find it himself? He turned to horrible addictions that he had a very hard time breaking, all the while keeping a smile on his face for us. However, it’s important to remember that mental illness and addiction aren’t things that can be cured. You can only fight them as hard as you can fight, which Mr. Williams did for 63 beautiful years. I wish I could have been there to do for him what he did for many. Everyone says they have celebrities they w anted to meet, but for me, he genuinely was THE one I wanted to meet, have a beer with, share a laugh or two, and just shoot from the hip about anything and everything. Granted, I know I never had a chance to before, but it still stings knowing it’ll definitely never happen now.
“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 saying 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 or 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.”
- “O Captain! My Captain” by Walt Whitman
I really am going to miss you Robin…
DEAD POETS SOCIETY HAS ALL THE FEELS BUT-
You should definitely watch it. Dead Poets Society is a beautiful film and worth the watch. The boys (Neil, Todd, Knox, Charlie, Richard, Steven, and Gerard) are fascinating to watch grow and change throughout the story and although the story has a really heartbreaking end, the story of getting to that heartbreak is amazing and Keating is the kind of teacher many of us wish we had (or did have and wished we could’ve thanked properly). Dead Poets Society is worth the watch, no matter what. It has so much to take away from it, and it’s important to remember how fragile young people can be, and the movie reflects that perfectly.