#dead poets society

LIVE

do u sometimes look at art and it makes u feel such strong emotion that you feel compelled to slam your head into a wall, cry, and then throw yourself across the floor? because same

today i rewatched night at the museum and national treasure and i’ve decided that i need to know everything about history immediately and if i don’t i will explode

Dead Poets Society, 1989, Robin Williams

Dead Poets Society, 1989, Robin Williams


Post link
Dead Poets Society, 1989, Robin Williams

Dead Poets Society, 1989, Robin Williams


Post link

“I seek love, yet I hide from it when it reaches out.

I seek the warmth of a lover but cower when it surrounds me.

I seek the words laced with honey but accept those filled with poison.

I seek eyes filled with adoration but find an empty space in front of me.

I seek someone in my sheets, my hands roaming to find someone, but only stumble upon blankets and cold sheets.

I seek a smile but find myself drowning in tears.

I seek a life filled with love but find myself running away when it finds me.

I wish upon the stars to find what I am seeking to find me before I yield and cower again.

I pray there comes a day where I’ll stumble upon all the things I yearn for and that the warmth, the smile will grab me with so much strength that I will have no choice but to accept it with everything in me.

Because for once, I’ll allow the love I run away from to fill me up with everything I wished upon the stars, and for once, I’ll smile without any fear.

It’ll look me in the eyes and tell me that what I had been seeking was just waiting for me to accept myself and be free of the chains.

The smile and the crinkle beside their eyes will tell me that I was everything they too were seeking for, and they were glad we found each other in a place that had no place of running away.

I seek for you, and I pray you also seek for me.

I wish upon the stars that when we find each other, it will all be enough.

Because baby, you’re all my wishes upon the stars.”

- g.d. (the stars)

“I want to love you between my sheets, baby. Shower you with kisses and leave marks where nobody can see them. I want to be the one that makes you see the stars and the moon. Be the one who knows what you like and how you like it. The one who knows what makes you smile like that.Be the one you seek out at night for more than just a hug. I want to be more and be forever. I want to be yours baby, forever and ever. I want to be the one you love between the sheets.”

- g.d (sheets)

salemferrellofficial:

My whims are nothing more

Than passing fancies

My thoughts no more than a sprout

My dreams are nothing more

Than strange realities

My melancholy no more than an out.

-s.r.f (if we were poets)

salemferrellofficial:

The mountains fallen with sleepy purple

And over the garden wall.

A giant’s castle in the clouds,

The blackberry scent of fall.


Softly bleed, and close your eyes,

Night tapping on the panes.

The glowy aura of the moon,

And the homely sound of rain.

-s.r.f

If you want to talk to him: go ahead
Dial his number and press call
But when he feeds you the same lines again be careful not to fall.

Life’s too short to worry.
Does he miss me?
Or did he move on?
But if you find out he does miss you, be careful not to fawn

If you’re still in love with him; that’s okay.
Just protect yourself from the games he plays.

Don’t let yourself break
Don’t let yourself fall.

But by golly if you want to see him, Just call.

r.t.

Why does the storm rock the flower
That gives it’s sweetest pollen to the bees?

Why does our God promise prosperity,
Then leave us tortured and broken on our knees?

Why does the sweetest fruit in summer
Always get picked away to rot?

Why does the happiest moment of our lives
Turn into just another nostalgic thought?

Why do the bad things come
To ruin all the pure?

Leave the faithful broken,
Equip the corrupt with the cure.
Why do bad things happen?

A question I can’t understand
As I stare into his pained eyes
And try to feed him some comforting lies.

His father left, and mother has cancer
How can I give him a satisfying answer?

He doesn’t deserve all that’s come his way.
All he did was love.
And what he loved was taken away.

r.t.

loading