Dead Poets Society (1989) dir. Peter Weir
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
$LAYYYTER
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
trying on a metaphor
Claire Keane
h
Jules of Nature
Sweet Seals For You, Always

Andulka
The Bowery Presents
tumblr dot com
I'd rather be in outer space đ¸
Xuebing Du
hello vonnie
No title available
ojovivo
Aqua Utopiaď˝ćľˇăŽĺşă§č¨ćśăç´Ąă
cherry valley forever
untitled

tannertan36

seen from Japan
seen from Trinidad & Tobago
seen from Spain
seen from Colombia
seen from Saudi Arabia

seen from Colombia

seen from TĂźrkiye
seen from Colombia
seen from Colombia
seen from Philippines
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from South Africa
seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from Germany
@cxldgxrl
Dead Poets Society (1989) dir. Peter Weir
worst part about getting angry is how much it makes you want to be mean
sorry i said something dickish. a few mildly frustrating things happened to me in succession and it turned me evil
you ever read poetry and itâs like. i need to run little circles around my room I need to lay down I need to cry I need to scream I need to laugh hysterically I need to tell everyone I know that I love them I need to catapult myself to space and become a meteor
i started doing things scared and doing things alone years ago the real challenge is doing things tired
One day you think: I want to die. And then you think, very quietly, actually I want a coffee. I want a nap. A sandwich. A book. And I want to die turns day by day into I want to go home, I want to walk in the woods, I want to see my friends, I want to sit in the sun. I want a cleaner room, I want a better job, I want to live somewhere else, I want to live.
Christina Davis, âBorder Patrolâ  |  Portrait of a Lady on Fire (2019), dir. CĂŠline Sciamma  | Dulce MarĂa Loynaz, âPoem LVIIâ | Margaret Atwood, âCorpse Songâ
*is exhibiting signs of several mental illnesses* haha noooo itâs just girl madness lol like in those gothic novels n shit donât even worry about it <3
yeah yeah yeah mortifying ordeal of being known and all that but sometimes a friend mentions something about you that you didnât think was noticeable and it feels like your heart is being cradled in their hands
Iâm such a slut for thunderstorms
People are always like I canât tell if youâre joking or being serious and itâs just like I canât tell either. Hope this helps â¤ď¸
Handwriting is so cool cause itâs like the written equivalent of the sound of someoneâs voice.
it did not help
the only way to make living bearable is to romanticize it I guess
i'm SO laid back, i only care about like 3 things in the world:
books, hot chocolate, my favorite fictional character, coffee, music, classic literature
every person on this earth and their opinion of me
the crushing psychological weight of being alive
âto define is to limitâ yeah oscar youâre right but i also need to fix my identity to some sort of aesthetic to feel a true sense of self.
this is soo super off topic but i hate what capitalism + productivity mindsets have even done to language learning. learn âuselessâ languages cus guess what! none of them are useless despite what motherfuckers who go to school for business administration tell u! i simply will never get how you hear that someone is learning to speak another language or is fluent and go âwell who actually speaks thatâ or something to that effect .... well chile the whole POINT is to connect with another culture and rewire your brain and see the world thru different eyes but whatever