#professor keating

[writtenbylupin]

thinking about Todd Anderson

[theparisianowl]

I went to the theatre to see a play of Dead Poets Society. It was magnificent and I now need to watch the film again, consume content again, and flood people with it again

[trouvailleamor]

It was right before the Christmas after Neil’s Broadway debut when they received the letter in the mail.

Neil was the one who brought it in from their mailbox, but he had tossed the pile of what he assumed were bills on the table to look over later. Todd was the one who found it, who recognized the name on the return address.

“What the—” he had said, sitting at the table with his cup of coffee. “Neil, did you see this?”

“See what?” Neil said. He had been rooting through the fridge, looking for something to snack on.

“This letter,” Todd said. Neil shut the fridge as Todd ripped the envelope open. “From Richard Cameron.”

from i will comfort you (because you smell so sweetly), a Christmas Dead Poets fic

[tcmreads]

there are two wolves inside you. one is an exuberant actor with depression and the other is an introverted poet with society anxiety

[twicedailyquotes]

There is a time for daring and there is a time for caution, and a wise man understands which is called for.

Robin Williams as John Keating Dead Poets Society

[oscar-still-wildin]

i think it’s about time me and professor keating sat down, had a cup of tea, and marvelled over the importance of the humanities

[darkacademiacontent]

Keating: Now, who’s next?

Mr. Anderson, I see you sitting there in agony.

Come on, Todd, step up. Let’s put you out of your misery

Todd: I, I didn’t do it. I didn’t write a poem.

[defnotartist]

truth is like a blanket that leaves your feet cold,

you push it, stretch it, it’ll never be enough

you kick at it, beat it,

it’ll never cover any of us

from the moment we enter crimes

to the moments we leave dying

It’ll just cover your face

as you wail,

and cry,

and scream.

- Todd Anderson , Dead Poets Society