Leonard Nimoy, who enchanted generations of audiences with his depiction of Star Trek’s human-alien philosopher and first officer Mr Spock, has died at his home in Los Angeles. He was 83.
The actor died on Friday morning of end-stage chronic obstructive pulmonary disease in Bel-Air, his wife, Susan Bay Nimoy, told the New York Times. He had been hospitalised at UCLA medical center with breathing difficulties days earlier.
Nimoy’s last tweet, sent on Monday, suggested he knew the end was near: “A life is like a garden. Perfect moments can be had, but not preserved, except in memory. LLAP.”
“Live long and prosper” was the Vulcan salutation which he made famous as Spock, and which he and fans carried into real life. Tributes to the actor, director, photographer, writer, poet, musician and teacher agreed he had indeed done so.
“I loved him like a brother,” William Shatner, who starred alongside him as Captain Kirk, wrote on Facebook. “We will all miss his humor, his talent, and his capacity to love.”
George Takei, who played Sulu, said the world had lost a great man. “And I lost a great friend. We return you now to the stars, Leonard. You taught us to ‘Live Long And Prosper,’ and you indeed did, friend. I shall miss you in so many, many ways.”
I really like this. It is spot-on about how I feel and how I would prefer to feel.
Thank you for sharing this with us all :D
Originally posted on redgladiola:
I’m so tired
If I complain
my frustration is met
If I am wronged
I must not have been
If I suffer
I must have deserved it
In the end
I just want someone to say:
“I believe in you”
“You’ll overcome it all”
without taking faith away
when they feel like it
Take all that I am and all
that I will ever be and turn it
upside down, take what I am and
kill what I could be. remind me of
every mistake I make and ignore that
I am only human. break me and when
there is nothing left, break that as well!
(Written Tuesday 5 August, 2014)
Why did you have to leave us all behind?
We need you so much
Your advice, your guidance and you!
It feels as though no-one cares or understands,
Every where I look, turn, I’m alone and it hurts.
But no-one knows, because expressing this is wrong, being me is wrong.
I’m just wrong.
6 years is a long time, I’m not sure I will make it.
Maybe if I ask nicely he will take me soon?
I’m not sure what I can take any more
This living is painful, it hurts so much.
Many of the scars are unseen by many.
Why did you have to go and leave me all alone?
Help me understand who I am and how to go on, in a world that is just so confusing?
HELP is only….. well I don’t know.
(Written Thursday 31 July, 2014)
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Best Friends Are Forever
I sit alone thinking of you
and all the things we’ve both been through
You are my soul mate, my very best friend
and I know you’ll be there until the end
Your shoulder to cry on will always be very long
who will be there when something is wrong
when times are tough you’re always there
It shows me just how much you care
Although were going separate ways
you’re in my heart till my final days
nothing can make a person see
how special a friend you are to me
I dreamed of a friend just like you
and finally my dream came true
noting else could ever fulfill
everything you’re friendship will
You understand a side of me
that no one else could ever see
you know whats wrong before I cry
but if I do, you will always know why
A friend like you is hard to find
you put my problems all behind
you were there when no one cared
the best times were the ones we shared
We’ve been together through good and bad
you made me laugh when I was sad
and no one else could ever be
as good of a friend you are to me
Our time together is wilting away
more and more everyday
but now until the very end
you’ll forever be my Best friend.
Author: KRISTEN M SACCARDI
I thought that it was a peaceful poem
Originally posted on gabrielsfury:
Open to the sunlight she blooms
As I wither where darkness looms
The rose holds such esteem
My tears in a moonlit stream
Sever our connection to the heavens above
The chance for hope and light and love
Her petals may fall away
Her essence they’ll never betray
A saint nor sinner
Not a lovelorn beginner
I lie in the shadows of dreams
The fray torn from the seams
But wouldn’t it be clever
Should we never sever
To behold the unknown in our grasp
The beauty within the clasp
A deathly hollow
A mournful follow
But there’s strength in being weak
The foresight of all I seek
Need not the power
Of an exalted flower
To flourish in my mind
Life and death forever entwined
“The Paradoxical Commandments
People are illogical, unreasonable, and self-centered.
Love them anyway.
If you do good, people will accuse you of selfish ulterior motives.
Do good anyway.
If you are successful, you will win false friends and true enemies.
The good you do today will be forgotten tomorrow.
Do good anyway.
Honesty and frankness make you vulnerable.
Be honest and frank anyway.
The biggest men and women with the biggest ideas can be shot down by the smallest men and women with the smallest minds.
Think big anyway.
People favor underdogs but follow only top dogs.
Fight for a few underdogs anyway.
What you spend years building may be destroyed overnight.
People really need help but may attack you if you do help them.
Help people anyway.
Give the world the best you have and you’ll get kicked in the teeth.
Give the world the best you have anyway.”
― Kent M. Keith, The Silent Revolution: Dynamic Leadership in the Student Council
I’ve just been told by a friend, that I’ve appeared to be confident over the past two days. More confident than they have seen me before.
Thank you. I just wish I felt that confident.
This would be how I feel most of the time.
Apart from with my family, who just see me as me.
Something About Gender
I’m not a girl
Because according to everyone else I’m unable to be one
Because girls are supposed to be spineless
Supposed to be weak
Supposed to be small
Supposed to be quiet
So I must be a boy
Because that’s what the world sees in me
It sees courage
It sees passion
It sees anger
It sees a swinging crowbar
But I can’t be a boy
Because according to everyone else I’m not male
Because I have breasts
I have ovaries
I have a uterus
I have a vagina
So I’m not a girl
But I’m not a boy
I’m too rough but I’m soft
I kick up my heels but sometimes I wear heels
I wear rings but sometimes they’re worn on a fist
I sit slouched with my legs open and a knife in my hand
But I’m not a tranny
But I respond to “woman”
And I respond to “boy”
And I can be called “he” and “she” and answer to both
Because I don’t know which one I should answer to
Because apparently neither apply