dead poets society, 1989.

— Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet (via freelance-philosopher)

“I have a real soft spot for those old school romantic jazz standards and ballads. And I have a lot of sweet memories of those, too. The first time being in love and sharing those songs with somebody.”

swimming in your eyes, in your eyes, in your eyes… egyptian blue.

Little Women (2019) dir. Greta Gerwig

I have a secret, and I can’t tell anybody else. Sophie…you’re knocked up? No, no, no. I’ve invited my dad to my wedding. You are joking. You found him at last? No. No, no, no, no, no. Not exactly.

dead poets society (1989, written by tom schulman)

Alex sits, trying for a long moment to absorb it, and says, “I’ve never … I haven’t been through anything like that,” he says, voice rough. “But I’ve always felt it, in him. There’s this side of him that’s … unknowable.” He takes a breath. “But the thing is, jumping off cliffs is kinda my thing. That’s the choice. I love him, with all that, because of all that. On purpose. I love him on purpose.”

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But it would’ve been fun, if you would’ve been the one.

happy "history, huh?" day (august 10th, 2020)