A little backstory to this clip before you watch it:
Will Smith’s father abandoned him and his mother when he was a child, and when Will was finally getting into show business and making a name for himself, he tried to sneak his way back into his life like nothing happened. Will co-wrote this episode, and James Avery (Uncle Phil) said “this scene was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to shoot in my life. Every emotion, every word.. that was Will”
Will was actually supposed to play it off and then walk away, and there was originally an alternate scene that was supposed to happen, but he actually completely cut out what was supposed to be said, and did all of his own dialogue. The hug at the end of this scene is completely genuine, and this was a stepping stone in Will’s career where he started to take on the “do what feels, sounds, and looks right” approach to his acting.
i don’t care how many times i reblog this.
^^^ I reblog it every time I see it
reblog every time
Welcome to Paradise.
[Flash 10 is required to watch video]
And you can’t sleep thinking that he lies still
So you cry still, tears all in the pillow case
Big girls all get a little taste
Pushing me away so I give her space
Dealing with a heart that I didn’t break
I’ll be there for you, I will care for you
I keep thinking you just don’t know
Trying to run from that, say you’re done with that
On your face girl, it just don’t show
When you’re ready, just say you’re ready
When all the baggage just ain’t as heavy
And the party’s over, just don’t forget me
We’ll change the pace and we’ll just go slow
You won’t ever have to worry,
You won’t ever have to hide
You’ve seen all my mistakes
So look me in my eyes
— Take Care // Drake
People sometimes say I’m bad at expressing my emotions.
I just think they’re bad at noticing things. How, when I get nervous, or when I like a girl, I stare off into the distance, I avoid looking in her eyes as much as possible and say stupid shit just so we won’t sit together in silence. How I end up being awkward physically when I like them, because I know a brush on the arm is inches away from a moment of perfect handholding.
Or people just don’t get that I’m angry, when they don’t pick it up from my Tweets, or from my Tumblr posts, or how many “fucks” I put into a Facebook status.
Sometimes…when I feel lost and despondent, I use a lot of ellipses…
So maybe I’m not blunt enough, but I feel like my expression is easy to see.
I wish I could find more people that are up around 3 AM in the morning Central time. That always seems to be where I lose it. Two nights in a row I did something weird. Sunday I got drunk and couldn’t stay in one place so walked five miles from the dorms to my house in gradually increasing rain. How I didn’t get sick escapes me. Last night, I went on a drive, and literally started SCREAMING nonsensical words in my car because I felt so broken and trapped. And I texted a handful of people, that just weren’t awake, and I had no way to vent, and everything was bottled up to the point where I just exploded.
(Source: obscene-asylum)
The TL:DR to that last reblog is;
I have a firm belief that Hippies are wrong because peace isn’t a one way street. The world won’t stop fucking itself over if America magically threw all it’s guns away.
I Want You
I’m not saying we’re perfect, but I’d like you all to kindly tell all the religious extremists THROUGH HISTORY not to be fucking terrorists and burn people, send people to war for their “god” and blow shit up for their “god” and then see if trying to protect ourselves through defense budgets and hegemony ISN’T a good idea. Because the big man in the sky for Osama Bin Laden couldn’t be usurped by logic or anything else, he simply hated us for existing and believing in something other than Islam.
