#deadpoetstribe

[augustina-m]

~ i hope you find someone who speaks your language,so you don't have to spend a lifetime translating your soul ~

[carpediemtheshitouttathis]

on some days, we are a graveyard of conversations we could never have with them

[darlinngninawrites]

There is a place where warmth is adjusted to the right degree. An enclosure so safe, it beckons the eyes rest. Like hills wrapped around valley, clouds enraptured atop mountains. Embrace fitting and welcoming to those called at the table. And I seek it out, like drought chasing rain – like bone lusting blood. For love is modelling clay, you will make of it a sculpture all your own. But where it lies will always be the same: in the arms of the adored, against the chest of a lover’s beating drum. And if love should be like anything as quiet and rumbling as a stream -, than it can only ever measure up to the chanting of corresponding souls.

[oatusily]

“I love how to movie ended with Neil at the play!”

Stop it guys y’all are being delusional. We all know what happens… Neil gets dragged home by his dad and he can’t tell his dad how he feels. He goes to bed not feeling understood with the pending doom of military school. It’s about 11 by now and Neil can’t sleep and he’s just so angry and sad and he doesn’t now what to do so he walks through the house and BOOM!!! Jk his dad wakes up and he explains that he was scared to tell him about theater after the events with the school paper so he lied and that he’ll still go wherever his dad wants he just wants to do theater on the side (he switches his majors but his dad doesn’t know that as of right now) so his dad agrees and let’s him continue at Welton and Keating keeps his job. I’m the end the poets all go to nyc and do whatever they want with their lives.

[portrait-in-the-attic]

Hey (with the intention of watching Dead Poets Society with you)

[yourmidnightsposts]

"You are the moon to my oceans."

[maxwellisunwell]

[suckerfornew-lit]

Dead Poets Society (1989)

Dir. Peter Weir

Carpe diem luvvs