CARPE DIEM ∞

omg why are people still following this blog?

#and why are there four people on my page? #you guys are freaking me the fuck out #you guys know i moved blogs right

4 months ago on January 20, 2012 at 04:59am

i’m going back to my old url

i don’t do well with change

don’t hate, appreciate

http://leonardodicraprio.tumblr.com/

#HOLLER

1 year ago on January 31, 2011 at 12:46am

2 notes

“You gotta stop talking to me like I don’t get it.”
“Yeah, Jake, well I still don’t think you do.”
“Just let it go. This isn’t your promblem.”
“Isn’t it? Open your eyes, son. You walk into that bar and Lana looks happy to be away from you. When did you start being that guy that just didn’t care?”
“I care.”
“Well you sure got some way of showing it.”
“Just stay out of it.”
“I told you —”
“Yeah, I’m your son. You can’t. You can’t fix everything.”
“Maybe not with your life, but you can. You just have to get off whatever goddamn cry-me-a-river boat you decided you want to sink. Because once you do, nobody here is going to goddamn stop their lives to try and save you.”

HIGH RES

“You gotta stop talking to me like I don’t get it.”

“Yeah, Jake, well I still don’t think you do.”

“Just let it go. This isn’t your promblem.”

“Isn’t it? Open your eyes, son. You walk into that bar and Lana looks happy to be away from you. When did you start being that guy that just didn’t care?”

“I care.”

“Well you sure got some way of showing it.”

“Just stay out of it.”

“I told you —”

“Yeah, I’m your son. You can’t. You can’t fix everything.”

“Maybe not with your life, but you can. You just have to get off whatever goddamn cry-me-a-river boat you decided you want to sink. Because once you do, nobody here is going to goddamn stop their lives to try and save you.”

(via victormancini)

1 year ago on January 31, 2011 at 12:39am via victormancini

6 notes

“Sometimes, kid, you gotta do stuff you don’t want to. That’s part of being an adult. That’s part of being a father. I know you don’t wanna hear it, Jake, but you need help and it’s not the kind of help a few bottles of Jack are gonna help you with. You need to talk to somebody.”
“Talk to somebody? Really? You raised us to take on our own problems, without burdening anybody else. Those were your rules.”
“Exactly, son. My rules, not yours. Don’t—”
“Don’t what, dad, make the same mistakes you did? As far as you ever let any of us know, you didn’t make mistakes.”
“Jakob, you are gonna lose what I know means the most to you if you don’t shape up and get your ass together. Lana is gonna leave you, do you hear me? And she’s gonna take your two kids with her. If I were you —”
“Yeah, well, dad, you’re not me. I hear you, I do. You’re kinda hard to miss, but I’m sorry. You don’t get to have a say in any of this because you aren’t where I’m standing.”
“You’re my son, Jake. I always have a say.”

HIGH RES

“Sometimes, kid, you gotta do stuff you don’t want to. That’s part of being an adult. That’s part of being a father. I know you don’t wanna hear it, Jake, but you need help and it’s not the kind of help a few bottles of Jack are gonna help you with. You need to talk to somebody.”

“Talk to somebody? Really? You raised us to take on our own problems, without burdening anybody else. Those were your rules.”

“Exactly, son. My rules, not yours. Don’t—”

“Don’t what, dad, make the same mistakes you did? As far as you ever let any of us know, you didn’t make mistakes.”

“Jakob, you are gonna lose what I know means the most to you if you don’t shape up and get your ass together. Lana is gonna leave you, do you hear me? And she’s gonna take your two kids with her. If I were you —”

“Yeah, well, dad, you’re not me. I hear you, I do. You’re kinda hard to miss, but I’m sorry. You don’t get to have a say in any of this because you aren’t where I’m standing.”

“You’re my son, Jake. I always have a say.”

(via victormancini)

1 year ago on January 31, 2011 at 12:38am via victormancini

8 notes

“Jake.”
“What do you want from me, dad? What do you want me to say to you? That I need your help?”
“That’d be a start.”
(small laugh) “I’m sure you’d like that. Make up for lost time. I’m not five years old anymore. I didn’t just fall off my bike, dad. I’m thirty-two. I’m a parent.”
“Real bang up job on that one.”
“Don’t. Don’t you —”
“Say something you don’t wanna hear? Well maybe it’s time someone does. You’re screwing up your life son, and you’re not taking one damn minute to care. Every time you walk into a room, you pick a damn fight with whoever will fight back. You’re cutting of Lana, your son. You’re not even gonna get to know Ryan. And you don’t even see it. Open your eyes, Jakob. You’ve hit rock bottom. How much further do you wanna go?”

HIGH RES

“Jake.”

“What do you want from me, dad? What do you want me to say to you? That I need your help?”

“That’d be a start.”

(small laugh) “I’m sure you’d like that. Make up for lost time. I’m not five years old anymore. I didn’t just fall off my bike, dad. I’m thirty-two. I’m a parent.”

“Real bang up job on that one.”

“Don’t. Don’t you —”

“Say something you don’t wanna hear? Well maybe it’s time someone does. You’re screwing up your life son, and you’re not taking one damn minute to care. Every time you walk into a room, you pick a damn fight with whoever will fight back. You’re cutting of Lana, your son. You’re not even gonna get to know Ryan. And you don’t even see it. Open your eyes, Jakob. You’ve hit rock bottom. How much further do you wanna go?”

(via victormancini)

#jake westen #henry westen #favorite

1 year ago on January 31, 2011 at 12:36am via victormancini

5 notes

I wanted to tell him that at the end of the day, I got it. I got what I was losing and I wanted to stop it. I wanted to be that guy who could just pick up the pieces and start over. I felt five years old wanting to be strong just like my big old dad, but I just looked the other way, my head down, trying to avoid whatever blow was coming.
The way he sat in silence, just staring was unnerving. I should have been used to it by now. I should have known what it meant. Maybe I was in the service too long that I wasn’t used to my own dad and how he acted. I don’t know. But we just sat there, saying nothing.
There’s a part of every grown man that’s still a little boy, still wanting his dad to just fix it for him, tell him what to do, but that was never my dad. We were boys. We were supposed to handle our own. We were supposed to know what we were getting into or at least once we found out, take it head on.
I’m taking it head on, but not the way anyone would have wanted.
“It’s okay if you don’t wanna talk to me, Jake, but you should talk to someone.” He said that between a swig of beer, and he said it before. Talking. Like talking was going to make a difference.
It wouldn’t, but I wasn’t gonna burst his fatherly bubble.
“Better to just rip off the bandaid.” That’s what everyone says.
My eyes rested in the distance, trying to keep themselves anywhere but where I was. “Yeah, a bandaid.” Sometimes a bandaid’s all you got to hold you together.

HIGH RES

I wanted to tell him that at the end of the day, I got it. I got what I was losing and I wanted to stop it. I wanted to be that guy who could just pick up the pieces and start over. I felt five years old wanting to be strong just like my big old dad, but I just looked the other way, my head down, trying to avoid whatever blow was coming.

The way he sat in silence, just staring was unnerving. I should have been used to it by now. I should have known what it meant. Maybe I was in the service too long that I wasn’t used to my own dad and how he acted. I don’t know. But we just sat there, saying nothing.

There’s a part of every grown man that’s still a little boy, still wanting his dad to just fix it for him, tell him what to do, but that was never my dad. We were boys. We were supposed to handle our own. We were supposed to know what we were getting into or at least once we found out, take it head on.

I’m taking it head on, but not the way anyone would have wanted.

“It’s okay if you don’t wanna talk to me, Jake, but you should talk to someone.” He said that between a swig of beer, and he said it before. Talking. Like talking was going to make a difference.

It wouldn’t, but I wasn’t gonna burst his fatherly bubble.

“Better to just rip off the bandaid.” That’s what everyone says.

My eyes rested in the distance, trying to keep themselves anywhere but where I was. “Yeah, a bandaid.” Sometimes a bandaid’s all you got to hold you together.

(via victormancini)

#jake westen #henry westen

1 year ago on January 31, 2011 at 12:35am via victormancini

6 notes