the accumulation of unbearable things
“I don’t think it’s stupid,” Neil says, and there’s that ache again, the kind that keeps haunting him. “Do you think you’re just – ordinary to me?”
Todd doesn’t look him in the eye. “I didn’t say that.”
“You don’t say a lot of things,” Neil points out, and Todd huffs something between a scoff and a laugh.
Neil, Todd, and the intricacies of living together.
for @bookinit02 !
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“It’s called Fall!” “It’s called Autumn!”
No. It’s called Dead Poets Society season.
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I have a special love for those people who despite it all, manage to stay soft. Who keep their heart kind and their soul warm. It takes real strength to keep those qualities when life kicks you down.
— Divya C.
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illegible handwriting, coffee rings on notebooks, putting gloves on only to take them off again, dark lipstick, walking to class when it's not raining enough for an umbrella but just enough to fog up your glasses, stone buildings, latin poetry, pen smudges, waking up while its still dark outside, cinnamon, cold noses, swaying trees, half moons, cuffed sleeves, silence
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me and @ash5monster01 realising Taylor really meant the dead poets society with this album
i fear this might be her best easter egg
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my personality constantly switches between a pretentious literature professor and a wise illiterate idiot, there is no in between.
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Let it be known that this is the Neil and Todd from every post-Welton AU.
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Why create something just to deny it love // Surviving Girlhood (and wishing you hadn’t) By Skyler Scott - Available on Amazon
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