❝ Laughing, crying, tumbling, mumbling.
Gotta do more, gotta be more.
Chaos screaming, chaos dreaming,
Gotta do more, gotta be more! ❞
—— Charlie “Nuwanda” Dalton (Dead Poet’s Society, 1989)


Carpe Diem - Seize the Day



Neil Perry, your smile hurts my soul.



Todd: I’m not like you, all right? You say things and people listen… I’m not like that.

Neil: Don’t you think you could be?

Todd: No! I… I don’t know, but that’s not the point. The point is that there’s nothing you can do about it.



“I close my eyes and this image floats beside me,

A sweaty toothed madman with a stare that pounds my brain.

His hands reach out and choke me,

And all the time he’s mumbling, ‘Truth. Truth like a blanket

That always leaves your feet cold.’

You push it, you stretch it; it’ll never be enough.

You kick it at, you beat it; it’ll never cover any of us.

From the moment we enter crying to the moment we leave dying,

It’ll just cover you face as you wail and cry and scream.”




deadpoetssocietyconfessions:

“I ship Neil/Todd.



“Oh, Captain, my Captain.”