But only in their dreams can men be truly free.

𝔯𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔶 𝔞𝔣𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔫𝔬𝔬𝔫

“Truth like-like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold. You push it, stretch it, it’ll never be enough. You kick at it, beat it, it’ll never cover any of us. From the moment we enter crying t-to the moment we leave dying, it’ll just cover your face as you wail and cry and scream.”

𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔰𝔢𝔠𝔯𝔢𝔱𝔰

Paul Hogarth illustrations for New Penguin Shakespeare (1980s)

"This autumn will be yours. I believe in you, you got this."

Bridge of Sighs, Saint John’s College, Cambridge (by ferdalangur-net).

In order: ”Achilles Lamenting the Death of Patroclus” by Gavin Hamilton // ”The Death of Hyacinthus” Nicolas-Rene Jollain // ”The Abduction of Ganymede” by Peter Paul Rubens // ”Hylas and the Nymphs” by John William Waterhouse // ”Narcissus” by Caravaggio // „Orpheus” by Paul Duqueylar // „Artemis” statue replica after Leochares // „Tiresias” by Johann Ulrich Kraus

𝕳𝖊𝖗𝖊’𝖘 𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖕𝖔𝖊𝖙𝖘

The Bodleian Library at Oxford University

Pic: endofthelifee

“Dear friend, — Your sweetness intimidates” Emily Dickinson, from a letter to Sarah Tuckerman (January 1880)

DEAD POETS SOCIETY (1989)