#Dead Poets Live

[deadpoet-skull]

[noeavoiding]

John Lynch || Dead Poets Live: Three Ages of Yeats

[sweet-child-of-night]

dead poet society

[shyam-kariya]

Intimacy of urdu literature ✨️

[ash5monster01]

The beauty of Welton | St. Andrew’s School

Part One

[staring-into-the-soul]

Why does looking at the moon from the kitchen window hit so different?

[arthoeacademia]

first letter to my future husband

i sit and recall the things that happened in the past. mistakes made, words misunderstood, actions misinterpreted. and now when i see my husband carrying his mini version on his shoulders and showing him the world, a smile escapes from my lips. my tiny boy raises up his hand in an attempt to touch the sky. we laugh. my son has your lips and hair. eyes are like mine. the way you hold the door for me, get me a glass of water while im working in front of the screen, our baby replicates all of it. we are successfully raising him to be a gentleman like you and im so proud. he has also got the habit of woodpecker kisses in his genetics. and the love for boobies too, ofcourse. in this big world of cruelty, id choose our little bubble of laughter and chaos. always and forever. thankyou for such a wonderful baby. i love him and i love you so much.

[writings-of-the-cosmos]

Death is art

[4pm-bangtan]

This has been on my mind for a while now:

Do with this as you must.

[darkacademianew]

Dead Poets and their personality type:

Neil Perry - ENFJ

Charlie Dalton - ENTP

Todd Anderson - INFP

Knox Overstreet - ISFP

Steven Meeks - INTP

Gerard Pitts - INTP

Richard Cameron - ISTJ

John Keating - ENFP

Chris Noel - ESFJ

Stick (The Secret Member) - INFJ

[deadpoet-skull]

i hope everything reminds you of me. not as a blessing, as a curse.

[perfected-grace]

It's been 3 days and I think about you less and less I'm getting over this quicker then what I budgeted for, I must confess When I feel, I feel in excess Yet we are already on step 78 of a 2,374,902 step process Theses past few days I was beginning to second guess Not saying all the things I wanted to express I was overcome with feelings of distress Over you not taking full accountability for the mess I can't be mad, if anything you impress The me that I thought was above and beyond your finesse The me I thought you couldn't possess The me I thought you wouldn't oppress The me that I just knew you would caress The me whose healing process was an amazing success To the me I now feel a need to address Because why were you ever even given access I know, I know, I do crazy things under stress I know, I know, I undid all the progress You could have jeered for me, cheered for me but instead you depress The light inside me was overtaken by your undying need to compress Yet I digress All these feelings I supress Nevertheless

This poem can be read from top to bottom OR bottom to top.

[think-through-pen]

Grief

I walk in this weary state to where the way leads me,

I have no one to cry for, and that is why I see

ghosts of happy thoughts, flicker and disappear on touch—

they slip away, no matter how steadfastly I clutch.

O woeful verses! Can you utter my wretchedness

to me? Can you truly calm chaos, and then confess

that why is it that I cannot bring myself to move

to tears, vanish and this thorn in my heart remove?

The poems of grief don't make my eyes to overflow,

but only telling me to let those I love go.

The woes I encountered in prose cannot be compared

to the loss I had, and the madness I, alone, fared.

But I still hope, and hopeful I will always be.

And recalling smiles I will never get to see.

I will not stop grieving, for I want them to live

here, and watch the dreams I promised them to give.

My Promised Taglist: @jordynhaiku @most-ment @somebodyssongbird @sunlovemoon @selene-stories @vixen1012 @playssilly @a-moonlit-poet @irfanullashariff @yumiraaa

[mynerdfest]

Gallant ~ V.E. Schwab

[ash5monster01]

what I love about the Dead Poets Society fandom is that unlike most fandoms that still actively get content from the actors/new episodes/sequels/etc. is that we only have this movie from 1989 and a small paperback book and somehow we’re all still absolutely feral for these preparatory boys.

edit: also that youtube video of the poets in nyc and we gobble that shit up

[blestpoetplace]

will to live 🤝🏼will to die