gathering rosebuds

carpe diem. seize the day, boys.

[leosuncancervenus]

Bisexualing maliciously

[dead-poet420]

- charlie dalton

[amethysticfeels]

infinite realities and i’m in the one where everything i love is fictional + i have to pay for something to wipe my ass with

[llleighsmith]

i’m so thankful we’re alive to smell flowers and touch saltwater and get chilled in the breeze and take deep breaths and make foods warm with love and dance and laugh and move and wake up and dig our hands in dirt and eat strawberries and draw mindlessly and remember and sing and joke and walk down the same street again and again and make meaning. we are so lucky we get to be and feel and keep going

[dead-poet420]

The Dead Poets' Favourite Songs From 'Future Hearts' By 'All Time Low'

charlie: don't you go

neil: missing you/kicking and screaming

todd: tidal waves

knox: runaways/cinderblock garden

meeks: kids in the dark

pitts: satellite

cameron: dancing with a wolf

[dead-poet420]

The Dead Poets' Favourite Songs From 'So Wrong, It's Right' By 'All Time Low'

charlie: the beach

neil: poppin' champagne

todd: remembering sunday

knox: six feet under the stars

meeks: vegas

pitts: dear maria, count me in

cameron: holly (won't you turn me on)

[dead-poet420]

The Dead Poets' Favourite Songs From 'Last Young Renegade' By 'All Time Low'

charlie: dark side of your room (I think he'd love this whole album)

neil: nightmares

todd: good times/nightmares

knox: dirty laundry

meeks: nice2knou

pitts: afterglow

cameron: drugs and candy

[dead-poet420]

The Dead Poets' Favourite 'Bears In Trees' Songs

charlie: fresh concrete

neil: reverberate

todd: seaside/ramblings of a lunatic

knox: not santa monica

meeks: the sandbox one

pitts: it gets better

cameron: evergreen

[dead-poet420]

The Dead Poets As John Mulaney Quotes

Charlie: shut up, you're all gonna die. street smarts!

Neil: I look like I was just sitting in a room with a chair eating saltines for 28 years and then walked right out here

Todd: my vibe is like, hey you could probably pour soup in my lap and I’ll apologize to you.

Knox: 13 year olds are the meanest people in the world

Meeks: I always thought quicksand was going to be a much bigger problem than it turned out to be

Pitts: I cannot express to you the humiliation of every saturday morning, putting on a pair of breakaway pants and never having a reason to break them away. then they’re just pants.

Cameron: I'll keep all my emotions right here, and one day I'll die

[dead-poet420]

Mr Nolan: I hope you boys have an explanation for this

Charlie: we have 3 actually

Knox: pick your favourite

[dead-poet420]

"breakfast at tiffany's" by deep blue something has inexplicable knox energy

[dead-poet420]

- knox overstreet

[dead-poet420]

Pitts, opening a capri sun: I guess I'll drink my sorrows away

[dead-poet420]

Charlie Dalton: I have no idea what I'm doing I just know that I'm doing it really well

[dead-poet420]

Meeks: Pittsie, tell Todd about the birds and the bees

Pitts, sweating profusely: um- uh- they're disappearing at a alarming rate-

[dead-poet420]

Charlie: there are 3 ways to do things: the right way, the wrong way, and the Dalton Way

Neil: isn't the Dalton Way just the wrong way?

Charlie: yeah but it's faster

[dead-poet420]

the dead poets society in a band

charlie: lead singer , but he is also freaking amazing at any instrument he picks up

neil: tone deaf. he can't play anything no matter how hard he tries, but he's an excellent band manager

todd: pianist, but he sings without a mic in the back of the stage just for fun. he does killer karaoke nights with charlie and chris

meeks: sound guy

pitts: lighting guy, but he also drives the tour bus. he makes sure everyone else has all their stuff and their sunscreen and water and snacks because we all know he is the dad of the group

knox: the bass player but he can only play wonderwall

cameron: plays the harmonica but surprisingly well. could also play the flute if asked

chris: backup singer and lead guitarist, assistant manager when neil needs it

gloria and tina: avid groupies

[dead-poet420]

charlie: even if I sleep for twelve hours I think I'll still be tired so I'll go for another twelve just in case

meeks: charlie, that's a coma

charlie: sounds festive