19th Century Books Will Kill Off A Main Character In One Sentence And Then Spend 3 Pages Describing A

Okay, so:

Upon meeting Todd: is he, ya know,*hand gay gesture*

“I think neil is my favourite” *soft smile* (Oh noooo)

Laughs at todds improv poem, goes silent, “ahhhhhhhh” 

“Half a roll?”

Saxophone in the cave scene: “Oh shit! Buddy can play it! I thought his only skill was making turkey noises” 

“Oh this movie is making me feel things.”

About the unmanned flying desk set: *soft eyes* oh it was so good but so sad

Charlie talking to Gloria: *I made that up* “haha! No you didn’t!”

“Can they kick the girls out again?”

Neil, is doing nothing: I love neil!!

“I knew this man was a prune.” (To Nolan when he stood up before the phone call from God scene)

After the play: oh no. oh no, *looks me dead in the eyes* you fucker

When Charlie punches cameron: Suck it less valid red head!

*camera pans to Pitts, during the end scene* Yes!! You got this Pittsie!!

After, the movie: You fucker you fucker, you made me feel things

About to introduce The Dead Poets Society to my best friend, will update on his thoughts.

I now have an academic rival. He is also my fencing rival. He is also my debate partner. I have achieved what all academic movies strive for. 

regarding the röttgen pietà, elle emerson

straight friend groups be like: *the jock* *the cheerleader* *the nerd* *kyle*

gay friend groups be like: *the depressed theatre kid* *the new kid with severe anxiety* *the loud bisexual one who's actually really insecure* *ginger number 1 who's really misunderstood but really loves his friends* *ginger number 2 who likes latin and lost his will to live somewhere in middle school* *tall mother hen who everyone underestimates but is actually incredibly smart* *knox*

obsessed with the way that gothic horror is about horror but never directly. it’s not horrific because there’s a haunted house and that’s scary, it’s horrific because the monster isn’t a monster, it’s your grief, your loss, your pride, your desire, your fear. the monster skulking in the shadows, the darkness at the edge of the woods, the haunted house that is too broken to be a home—those are manifestations of events that grabbed onto the fabric of time in a fit of abject horror and clamped down so tightly that they couldn’t keep moving forward toward resolution and eventual dissipation like they were supposed to. it’s all about the scared child and the mourning mother and the hunger in your gut and the little emptiness in your chest at the end of the day. those things are all little horrors but you can’t approach them directly to understand them, so gothic horror gives us these little metaphors and says “here play with these for a while and see what you find.” and all of those metaphors need someone to go back to childhood to release them. you have to care, and be curious and clever, and look for a way to heal the hurt. you have to be so achingly human to survive in gothic horror

this lil theory of mine isn’t supported by strong bases but its the hill imma die on

todd anderson, 1959 (dead poets society)

mr. anderson, 1998 (the perks of being a wallflower)

after having his life changed by an english teacher, todd decided to pursue the same career, hoping to inspire younger generations the same way he was inspired with the beauty that words confine.

For the sake of updating this?? I did. A postage stamp with a peach on it :) Postage stamp because of the postcards, peach for obvious reasons, little 11¢, and then put it on my ribs... Most English major thing I've ever done ngl

And if I get a peach tattoo because Jeans pure happiness at having a peach (and him hiding it for later) brought me to tears, then what??

for protection against mosquitos but honestly a serve

@thecharliedalton the half a rick roll has been born.

goodnight to: dps edition

goodnight to people who like to feel taller, roommates, short people, amoebas, people who eat half a roll, people cut from the scenes in the movie, gingers, people who play the clarinet, people who play the sax, lgbtq+ poetry groups, hopeless romantics, stereotypical blonde cheerleaders...

idk feel free to add more :)