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bestoftimes
Jag mår bra, tack!
Ui... das kam jetzt irgendwie unerwartet. :/ R.I.P.
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Wollte vorhin sogar noch I Am Sam gucken, hab mir sogar den Trailer angeschaut 
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Aldebaraner
Wetterhasser
Das ist echt schlimm. Man kann die Leute zwar nicht nach ihren Filmen beurteilen, aber ich hätte in Williams eher die optimistische Frohnatur vermutet.
Talentfrei
Goaßnmaß und Schuabladdln
R.I.P. Robin Williams
shishacrasher
:ugly:
Soll ja angeblich unter Depressionen gelitten haben... Schon arg bitter...
RIP
RIP
Gute Reise Captain
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 swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
The 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 nor 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.
- Walt Whitman ''O Captain! My Captain!''
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 swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
The 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 nor 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.
- Walt Whitman ''O Captain! My Captain!''
Ich kann es einfach nicht fassen ... war einer der ganz Großen in meiner Kindheit und seine Filme werden für mich nie an Faszination verlieren. Ich bin jetzt einfach nur traurig. R.I.P
R.I.P
Oxblood
Banish the Skywords
Nicht angeblich, das kam mir immer sehr wahrscheinlich vor. Die Leute mit dem sonnigsten Lachen sind meist die in der tiefsten Grube, schon öfters erlebt.
Nichts desto trotz, gute Reise, Robin.
shishacrasher
:ugly:
Ich bin immer vorsichtig mit solchen Aussagen. Deshalb "angeblich"
Depression ist für mich ein solch heikles Thema, da ich mich einfach 0 damit auskenne. Gerade bei so tragischen Verlaufsformen bleibe ich deshalb meist in der Wahrscheinlichkeitsform.
