Oh Morgan Freeman <3
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I hate how this still happens to me. I stay up alone all night, just me and my mind. I realize I’m not happy. Everyone thinks I am. I always have a smile on my face. I only let 1 person ever know if anything is bothering me..and even he thinks I’m happy. Something must be wrong with me. Why aren’t I happy? I mean, my life isn’t great, but its pretty good. I don’t understand myself sometimes. I’m so confident with who I am when I’m out in public, I love how I look, I love my body, my personality..then there are times like right now where I’m disgusted, I’m so insecure. I think about the past, and everything that has happened. I hate thinking that the love of my life will just leave me one day because he realizes that I’m not all that great, he realizes that there’s more attractive woman out there, and that they’ll treat him better. I’m scared of myself..I can’t be left alone without becoming depressed for no reason. Wtf brain.
- Me: I'm feeling quite good today.
- Body: How? You're fat.
- Self harm: How? I'm on your arm as proof you are not.
- Mirror: How? Look at yourself.
- Paranoia: How? Your friends hate you.
- Mind: How? You're a total failure.
- Me: Oh, right, yeah.
Will Smith and Gary Barlow Do ‘The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air’ Rap
I don’t think this clip will ever fail to make me smile
why did this make me do a happy cry
I love you Will
The best part is the audience. There are middle-aged people who know EVERY WORD.
greatest show of all time
Oh my God this makes me so happy
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(via imgTumble)Pac stood up, and it’s the first thing you heard him say in like, two weeks of court. ‘You know, your honor, throughout this entire court case, you haven’t looked me or my attorney in the eye once. It’s obvious that you’re not here in the search for justice, so therefore, there’s no point in me asking for a lighter sentence. I don’t care what you do cause you’re not respecting us, this is not a court of law; as far as I’m concerned, no justice is being served here, and you still can’t look me in the eye. So I say, do what you wanna do, give me whatever time you want, because I’m not in your hands, I’m in God’s hands.
I love him. 108372947th reblog.
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