The whole “if i played some modern day weird music to a medieval peasant he would die” thing is wrong. The peasant class back then went through so much shit. If old Maynard of Elton heard 100 gecs he would be like “O! what a grieveſome ſong! yet it drowneth out the moaning of the dying cowſ.” and go on his way. now the medieval nobles? most physically fragile people to ever live. half a second of Maroon 5 would have a duke’s son melted in a puddle of viscera on the cobblestone floor.
The movie "The platform" really hits different when you remember the actual situation with the Coronavirus and how some people have bought so many supplies that left other people with absolutely no chance to got them.
honestly tho that scene in the incredibles where mr. incredible sees the names of all the old super heroes that used to be his friends / that he knew from Back in the Day and how every one of them has been killed by syndrome is such a chilling scene for so many reasons
like for one, everyone he knew is dead at this point and has been killed on the same island he’s at now and two, its heartbreaking bc that means that almost every hero wanted to try out being a hero again despite the laws against it and wanted to try and help someone out and relive their glory days, only to be straight up murdered like fuck that scene is just so fuckin intense
We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, “O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill’d with the foolish…what good amid these, O me, O life? Answer. That you are here—that life exists, and identity, that the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.” That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?
DEAD POETS SOCIETY
1989 | dir. Peter Weir
so. i may have done something about my thoughts. hmggg
please read my fanfiction aaaa
late night thoughts with rat ✨✨✨
it’s currently 11:58pm and i am contemplating the fact that gurjin is such an idiotic but handsome himbo that he would manage to bed every castle guard (including tolyn 🤢) before realising that the gelfling who’s wanted him the most has been his roommate the entire time
meanwhile rians here like ‘so i’m just dead meat to u??? ok cool. i guess. 🙃’
it’s currently 11:58pm and i am contemplating the fact that gurjin is such an idiotic but handsome himbo that he would manage to bed every castle guard (including tolyn 🤢) before realising that the gelfling who’s wanted him the most has been his roommate the entire time
meanwhile rians here like ‘so i’m just dead meat to u??? ok cool. i guess. 🙃’