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oscarwildin · 11 months

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dead poets society changed my life because john keating is so right. i read and write poetry because i’m a member of the human race. i do need to seize the day. words and ideas do change the world. i am filled with passion.

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girlbruised · 1 year

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soulfulreverie · 9 months

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see-mab · 7 months

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no because imagine a Neil perry and Jo march crossover in a parallel universe, the would be the craziest duo ever

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whispersofthepurplevalley · 1 year

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Wake up with faith. No matter where you stand, regardless of how difficult it is to believe at the moment, the truth is that this too shall pass. If you make the choice to stand firm on your will to remain curious about your tomorrows, know that you are heading for something beyond your expectations. I, myself, am not the best when it comes to mastering the art of life, but I am definitely a master at turning my imperfections into art. I know most of you aren't at your best now, but let's wait, and be patient. Together, let's make this a journey worth fighting our inner barriers for.

-Sabina Yesmin

#aesthetic #spilled ink #spilled thoughts #writeblr #writers on tumblr #my words #poem #my writing #quotes #positivity #healing quotes #healing #mental health #healing from heartbreak #healing from grief #healing from trauma #dark academia aesthetics #deadpoetsnet

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theprocast · 10 months

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Time danced in relentless motion,

and I watched as chance after chance after chance

slipped through my fingers.

Moments that could have been etched

In our shared history

were instead lost in the abyss of silence.

The words I have been wanting to say

but never have to courage to

remained locked within my soul,

stifling under the weight

of my own indecision and lack of faith.

Faith for what we could have been,

where our love could have gotten us,

and why we always find out our way

to each other's doorstep.

The unspoken truths echoed

in the depths of my being,

a constant reminder of the opportunities—

of you, of us that slipped away.

Regret paints its melancholic strokes

on the canvas of my heart,

for the road not taken will forever haunt me.

Yet, amidst the sorrow,

a flicker of hope remains,

whispering that perhaps, one day,

the universe will conspire

to reunite our paths and grant us

a second chance at the love we left behind.

#casterlove #spilled ink #procastiwriters #spilled thoughts #soulfulreverie #illhueminati #inkstay #seducedbyink #nosebleedclub #deadpoetsnet #writerscreed #poetryportal #24hoursopen #queerpoetrynet #poets of tumblr #floodjournal #poets society

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cookiesandgrapess · 2 years

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More Dps Headcannons

- neil is a big painter and loves to use just every color on the color wheel, but he’s incredibly messy. every time he paints he gets covered head to toe in paint splatters, especially on his face, and todd loves them

- pitts can’t use chopsticks. every time they go out to eat he asks for a fork

- When Neil gets tired of wearing a hat he sticks it on todd’s head until he wants it again

- when meeks can’t sleep he reads, and if that doesn’t work he goes to pitts just to complain and talk until he’s sleepy enough to go to bed

- neil would be the type of person to watch golf on the tv when he’s bored, and all of the poets are disgusted by this fact

- cameron knows how to irish jig

- todd was the kind of kid to make his bed every morning and would tuck the sheets army style

- charlie’s tell for lying is rubbing his nose

- todd isn’t good with hugs because he never got any when he was growing up. he threw up the first time him and neil hugged and he felt so bad he started crying

- knox will impulsively buy flowers every time he goes to the store in the hopes he’ll meet someone there. he never has

- todd is really good at keeping eye contact when he’s not anxious to the point where it’s almost unsettling

- pitts has incredibly loud foot steps and everyone can tell when he’s coming

- knox gets everyone’s attention by clearing his throat, but he doesn’t know how to do it and it always just sounds like hes choking

- when standing neil’s hands are always in his pockets. (if he doesn’t have pockets his hands are clasped behind his back. (he only does this because of his dad))

- cameron doesn’t tend to contribute to conversations unless he’s invited in or directly addressed

- charlie greets everyone with a nod

- meeks gets motivation through music and words of encouragement. ( his parents don’t tend to give him any, they all come from the poets)

- neil gets all panicky and fidgety over things he can’t control

- the poets favorite season is fall collectively and they all go to pumpkin patches together and carve pumpkins when they can

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daydreams-n-daaru · 2 years

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—sylvia plath.

#desi dark academia #indian dark academia #desi culture #aesthetic #desiblr #poets on tumblr #poetry #spilled poetry #vintage #deadpoetsnet #dead poets society #dark academia #stem academia #classic academia #chaotic academia #sylvia plath #oscar wilde #august

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aikatxt · 9 months

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60 mph.

a contrapuntal poem; this can be read straight down, first lines only, and indented/second lines only.

#inkstay #spilled ink #poetry #writerscreed #deadpoetsnet #rejectscorner #my writing #old thoughts on growth and identity and the desperate need to get out of the small town i was stuck in #this was fun to write!! i adore contrapuntal poems #contrapuntal poetry #<- tagging so its easier for me to find in the future #will try to write more of these in the future just as practice bc its a good way of looking deeper into what i write

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meteorvisuals · 8 months

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“ We don't read and write poetry because it's cute, we read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion! ” — The Dead Poets Society (1989)

#dead poets society #dps #dps fandom #dead poets aesthetic #dead poetry #deadpoetsnet

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lord-of-the-muses · 1 year

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Hey folks! Other than writing fanfics I specialise in Spoken Word and free-verse poetry, if you love to give them a read, simply follow my blog on Instagram. All are written by a POC lesbian poet based on Melbourne, Victoria! 🏳️‍🌈

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oscarwildin · 4 days

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the secret history winter or call me by your name summer

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suryodita20 · 1 year

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Date someone who will make you laugh even if it’s 2:30 am and you’re lying in bed, crying because you sat there and overthought

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soulfulreverie · 10 months

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I fear that now I experienced

sharing a meal with you,

I can't eat without thinking of you.

I fear that now I've known the feeling of

waking up right next to you,

I know for sure I would have

nightmares of sleeping alone.

I fear that now I've known

the taste of your lips,

I am definitely hooked like an addict

and I have grown mad, mad, mad

because I want to get my next fix.

I fear that now I've known what it feels like

to finally be in your arms,

I wouldn't want to let go.

I fear that now we were given a brief moment

to revisit our old damn plans,

all I want is for you to be my future.

I fear that after all these years,

my heart will never love anyone else

the way I loved you.

s.a., Long Distance pt. II

#spilled ink #illhueminati #seducedbyink #thesesagepoets #inkstay #deadpoetsnet #writerscreed #wnq writers #writeblr #poets on tumblr #writers on tumblr #love #long distance romance #nosebleedclub #poetryportal #poetrypardy #24hoursopen #twcpoetry #u

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radiofullofstatic · 7 months

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MELLILLA*

I want to draw lines connecting every spot on your skin

To frame the marks I inked in

Honouring the constellations caged in your flesh

The galaxies in your eyes, the way my thoughts mesh

The Sun's rays cascade in curls down your back

When the Gods look upon you - creature of beauty - it's their jaws that go slack

You could walk into the Heavens, and you'd be right home

My touch would just ruin you, leave you like the crumbled temples in Rome

Your words leave dents in my skin

Your touch is a warrior that tames the beast within

I wish to kneel before you; the Goddess that you are

Yet I'm content being allowed to yearn from afar

I swoon as you attract bees while whispering sweet nothings into my ear

My entire body quietens to hear

Goes stiff and tense and sways with your words

Piercing me like a million swords

*Footnote: "Mellilla" is a Latin word and petname that translates to "Little Honey".

©radiofullofstatic. do not translate, copy, edit, plagiarise or post any of my works on other platforms under any circumstance.

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whispersofthepurplevalley · 2 days

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That's the thing, you don't create your fate, you chase a certain goal and fate creates you in the process. One rarely meets their chosen destination, but they definitely reach where they are meant to belong. Be patient. Home may look far from where you are today. In reality, from home you might just be a step away.

-Sabina Yesmin

#aesthetic #spilled ink #spilled thoughts #writeblr #writers on tumblr #my words #poem #my writing #quotes #positivity #writerscafe #female writers #women writers #writers and poets #writerscommunity #deadpoetsnet #dead poets society #sabina yesmin #sabinayesmin

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