#deadpoetssociety
Flectere si nequeo superos, Acheronta movebo.
If I can not bend the will of Heaven, I shall move Hell.
Non est ad astra mollis e terris via
There is no easy way from the earth to the stars
I completely blame literature for my romanticisation of murder.
deep conversations with open minded people
you’re the the sweetest soul i’ve ever met
art and love are the same it’s a process of seeing yourself in things you are not
i’m a gatekeeper and a hater. i’m also the god’s favourite princess and the most interesting girl in the world
how can i tell you the truth when i don’t know which version you want to hear
how shall i hold back my soul from touching yours?
theres an inherent energy in new york city that it’s famous for. it makes you want to get up and do a million things all day and stay up all night
you glow different when you aren’t bitter, hating, hurting or messy
GO HOME, GET AHEAD, LIGHT SPEED INTERNET I DON’T WANNA TALK ABOUT THE WAY IT WAS LEAVE AMERICA, TWO KIDS FOLLOW HER I DON’T WANNA TALK ABOUT WHOS DOIN’ IT FIRST
why does it hit different omg
you become what you surround yourself with. energies are contagious. your environment will become you.
i’m terrified that even if i try my hardest i still won’t be good enough
i feel like i’m constantly worrying about the next part of my life without realising i’m right in the middle of what i used to look forward to
we accept the love we think we deserve
he’s so beautiful, so perfectly, horribly, inhumanly beautiful that i can barely breathe
in the future if by some miracle you find yourself in love again fall in love with me
get in loser we’re healing and loving ourselves
if i told you about the darkness inside of me would you still look at me like i’m the sun
you are not the world, but you are everything that makes the world good. without you, my life would still exist but that’s all it would be able to accomplish nothing more.
