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when internet people are like “i love gothic literature but i hate anything that discusses incest, sexual violence, oppression, misogyny, abuse, torture, gore, murder, or death”

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He deserves an appreciation post

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This movie changed my live <3

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“We try to hide our feelings but we forget our eyes speak.”

— Unknown

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So much to say

But no one

To talk to.

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Everyone who is into dark academia now used to either have an obsession with Greek mythology, were really into poetry and philosophy, tried to be motivated for school, loved history or considered themselves either a Ravenclaw or a Slytherin.

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Leonid Pasternak  (Ukrainian, 1862–1945) - The Torments of Creative Work

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dead poets society (1989) you must strive to find your own voice because the longer you wait to begin, the less likely you are going to find it all.

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[…] I’ve got nature & art & poetry, & if that isn’t enough, what is?

Vincent van Gogh, The Letters of Vincent van Gogh ⁠— Theo van Gogh - January 1874, tr. Arnold Pomerans

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Depression is being colorblind and constantly told how colorful the world is.

— Atticus Poetry, Love Her Wild

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Forever thinking about that moment in which I was watching dps with my parents and couldn't stop sobbing after neil's death, distraught that they'd given him no other choice. And my parents looked at me concerned and said "of course he had other options. he could've ran away. he could've defied them" and I was shaking my head desperately like no, no, no, you don't understand, you don't understand that he was given direct orders and he could not for the life of him disobey them once they'd been set in stone before his eyes. when those who made the laws looked at him and prohibited him from continuing with the one thing he loved. because he absolutely could not fathom the idea of directly disobeying them, but also couldn't live without the one thing that made him feel at home. and he couldn't leave them. he needed to be a good son, he desperately needed to be good, and his parents were the law, the one thing he could never defy because it just wasn't an option, it wasn't a possibility that could ever cross his mind. and when he was told by his dad that he'd never be an actor, he saw that path being severed, like a limb, incapable of being brought back because it didn't occur to him that it was an option. and when he saw the only path left to follow—to never act, to never be himself again—he couldn't bear it. willfully going against his parents wishes was unthinkable, horrifying in his mind. living without theater? that was just as horrifying. and no, it wasn't more. if the balance had been tilted just a bit, he would've chosen differently. those two were just as unbearable to him. two hells, identical in their horror. and his parents were the ones putting him through both of them, telling him to voluntarily step into a hell and endure life with grief and horror of tremendous dimensions. like asking him to get in the water when he could see that the water was on fire. and since it was a demand....he couldn't disobey, not unless he wasn't there anymore to take their punishment.

"he had other options," my parents tried to reassure me. I couldn't stop crying. Because no, he absolutely did not have another option. His dad made sure of it.

"no he didn't. no he didn't."

And like two months later I was diagnosed with autism AND depression so like. I'm not sure which one to headcanon Neil as lmao. I remember relating so much to him and then going "oooooh. that's why"

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Let me tell you how dead poets society sucked the happiness out of me and at the same time just filled me with energy to start living my life.

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Beautiful vintage book spines

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I just read “each time you open a book and read, a tree smiles knowing there's life after death”and OH MY GOD

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you looked at the moon once and it became my prophecy

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It's always: "wanna hang out" but never "hey let's create a secret society and read literature and poetry"