—Mahmoud Darwish, from Who Am I, Without Exile?

you burned me and i stayed silent. it was the first time i didnt scream while fire was touching my skin.

Dead Poets as ✨study notes✨ i found on Pinterest

Richard Cameron:

Neil Perry:

Knox Overstreet:

Gerard Pitts:

Charlie "it works for me, okay?" Dalton:

Todd Anderson:

Steven Meeks:

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There are days when the melancholy settles on you like a sudden change in weather. The kind of sadness that is intangible. Like the presence of an ache where you can't pinpoint exactly where it hurts, you just know it does.

- where it hurts; Sea of Stangers; Lang Leav

hear me out; anderperry but it’s academic rivals to lovers

I’m just saying that it would have taken a bit for the staff at Welton or even Neil’s parents to come and get Neil’s things, so it’s entirely plausible that Todd (and the rest of the poets, honestly) took at least one sweater or shirt of Neil’s as a keepsake after everything.

To be running breathlessly, but not yet arrived, is itself delightful, a suspended moment of living hope.

- Anne Carson, Eros the Bittersweet

the only drugs i do are melancholy and nostalgia

hey besties do…. do you think ….. that after neil’s death, todd just lost all will to do anything especially write

like id imagine at first with the grief he would’ve stopped

but after, what if he tried but he just couldn’t

because he’s written for neil, of neil, and now his muse, his love, his other half is just gone

and no matter how much he sits, and how much he ponders, and how much he has to say, nothing comes

not without his sweet neil

We made it boys, dead poets society is in top ten of most popular movies on tumblr this year

—Dorothea Lasky, from Love Poem for Bathsheba

at school: when i go home i get done all the work i procrastinated

once home: sike

"The truth is, I pretend to be a cynic, but I am really a dreamer who is terrified of wanting something she may never get."

me, watching dps for the first time: where's the dead here lol

neil, after the play: ⚰️💐

me: oh

Winter 2021, England

“I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life. To put to rout all that was not life; and not, when I had come to die, discover that I had not lived.” - Neil Perry, Dead Poets Society

and when you realise bts has exactly this

via @honeytuesday

what if :((( todd got neil a christmas present (which he obviously did) and he didn’t know what to do with it so :((( he put the gift on neil’s grave :(( and every year todd just keeps going back and bringing stupid little gifts :(( because he can’t deal with the thought of neil being lonely on christmas :(( AND SOMETIMES HE SEES STUFF THAT HE DIDNT LEAVE AND JTS FROM THE OTHER POETS ;(((

just another day

“Todddddddddddddd!!!! Hurrry upppp!!! We’re going to be late!!” Neil was impatient, leaning against the doorframe of their dorm. “Maybe if you got up earlier we wouldn’t have to be late for breakfast!”

“I’m hurrying!” Todd was frantically brushing his teeth and combing his hair at the same time, which proved more difficult than it sounded. Like normal, he had overslept. Unlike Neil, he was NOT a morning person, and found 6:30am breakfast ridiculous and almost impossible to be on time to. After what must have felt like an eternity to Neil, he rinsed out his mouth and rushed to the door.

“Finally! You take forever Todd!”

“We can’t be Neil Perfect Perry. Some of us need sleep.”

Neil chuckled, and smoothed out his blazer one last time. “We better go. How is it that we’re ALWAYS late?”

They took each other’s hand and raced off to the dining hall. The autumn wind had a slight edge to it that made their cheeks a rosy pink, though their hurried running might have had something to do with that. They took a second to recollect behind the massive double doors to the dining hall, catching their breaths.

“You should get up earlier.”

Todd glared up at Neil in mock anger. “You should stop being so freakishly tall.”

“And why is that?”

Todd smiled slyly. “Because it’s harder to kiss you when you’re a good three inches taller than me.”

“You’re smooth Anderson.”

Before Todd could respond, someone pushed open the doors to the hall, exposing Neil and Todd. That someone, of course, was Charlie.

“Hurry up, lovebirds. You’re late. Again.”

i actually have no idea who’s taller but I thought it would be funny for Todd to say that so I guess I’m making Neil taller lol

@inahallucination @aedan-mills @aaronhoetchner @exilesblack @maisietheweltoncow @make-ur-lives-extraordinary @deadpoetsbythelakes @justarandompjofan

“I don’t know how much value I have in this universe, but I do know that I made a few people happier than they would’ve been without me. As long as I know that, I’m as rich as I ever need to be.”

- Robin Williams

anderperry teacher au where todd catches the new teacher neil perry staring at him and comes to the conclusion that he hates him

while new teacher neil perry is entranced by the sweet and shy teacher todd anderson , too bad todd’s straight

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neil, staring at todd, mesmerized, eyes following the curve of his head, to his thick brows and then the curve of his eyelid and his long long, gentle eyelashes falling on his cheek, and then trailing the slope of his nose, down to his pink lips and his chin and then, trailing his jawline and then his cheekbones

todd: why the fuck is the new guy staring at me, he must hate me

//

neil, lovestruck, noticing todd’s teeth are crooked and finding them adorable: *points them out*

todd, immediately covers his mouth. embarrassed, wondering why the fuck would he make fun of his teeth???

//

once, todd told neil he had nice shoes, and neil panicked and then punched his shoulder a little too hard as he said, “thank you”

todd didn’t try to make conversation with him afterwards

//

neil, on his break, dreamily staring at todd, wondering how he likes his eggs

todd, nervously: is he... is he trying to beat me up or-

//

neil’s pretty iffy at flirting, just because todd makes him nervous, but in the end, he assumes todd is straight because todd never really acknowledges him

//

todd is not straight

anyway that’s all i got for now

@poetofthedyingstars @aedan-mills @maisietheweltoncow @theluminoussunflower @sapphicnoel @regina-della-poesia @queen-of-bohemia @moose-blogs @hgracieeees @justarandompjofan @boy-wonder-oncologist-fan