07/21 2011

Anonymous asked: Shut up and make money here articlelink13[dot]com idiot

Whoa. This blog isn’t even active anymore. But besides that… what the actual fuck is this shit? I don’t give a fuck about the ‘link’. I mean the whole “shut up and make money here -lolderp- idiot” … It seems so random. Did I miss a meeting? 

04/07 2011
fuckyeahhappy:

roadmusic:abysmallyawesome | duskflare | pinchepeaches | lilpocketninja | lamamama | dinnerinthedarkroom:
James: I got a fan letter, from a young lady. It was a suicide note. So I uh, I called her. I said, ‘Hey this is Jimmy Doohan. Scotty of Star Trek.’ I said, ‘I’m doing a con in Indianapolis. I want you to be there.’ I saw her and, I couldn’t believe what I saw. She was definitely suicidal. Somebody had to help her somehow. And obviously she wasn’t going to the right people. Anyhow I said, ‘I’m doing a convention two weeks from now in St. Louis.’ Two weeks from then and something and then she came to New York. And she was able to afford to go to these places. And this went on for two or three years. Maybe eighteen times. And all I did was talk to her, positive things. And then all of a sudden, ZIP. Nothing. I didn’t hear anything I didn’t know what was happening cause I never saved her address. Eight years later I get a letter saying, ‘I do want to thank you so much for what you did for me, because I just got my masters in electronic engineering.’ You know, to me, thats the best thing I have ever done in my life. And it brings tears to my eyes every time I even talk about the story.

fuckyeahhappy:

roadmusic:abysmallyawesome | duskflare | pinchepeaches | lilpocketninja | lamamama | dinnerinthedarkroom:

James: I got a fan letter, from a young lady. It was a suicide note. So I uh, I called her. I said, ‘Hey this is Jimmy Doohan. Scotty of Star Trek.’ I said, ‘I’m doing a con in Indianapolis. I want you to be there.’ I saw her and, I couldn’t believe what I saw. She was definitely suicidal. Somebody had to help her somehow. And obviously she wasn’t going to the right people. Anyhow I said, ‘I’m doing a convention two weeks from now in St. Louis.’ Two weeks from then and something and then she came to New York. And she was able to afford to go to these places. And this went on for two or three years. Maybe eighteen times. And all I did was talk to her, positive things. And then all of a sudden, ZIP. Nothing. I didn’t hear anything I didn’t know what was happening cause I never saved her address. Eight years later I get a letter saying, ‘I do want to thank you so much for what you did for me, because I just got my masters in electronic engineering.’ You know, to me, thats the best thing I have ever done in my life. And it brings tears to my eyes every time I even talk about the story.

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04/07 2011

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04/07 2011

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03/24 2011

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03/24 2011

I want to hear about people’s dreams.

I want to know what the tumblees want of life. More than anything. 

What makes your hearts pump with excitement, whenever you think of doing it? 

Personally my heart starts pumpin’ pumpin’ when I think of writing. When I think of putting my lucid imagination onto  paper, into words. 

Tell meeeee!

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