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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. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.

MOVIES ALPHABET → D: Dead Poets Society (1989) dir. Peter Weir

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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. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.

"Life is beautiful. Really, it is. Full of beauty and illusions. Life is great. Without it, you'd be dead."

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꒰͡ ⠀ ִ 𝐷𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝐿𝑒𝑒 𝑥 𝐹𝑒𝑚 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 ⠀ׂ ⠀ ͡꒱

♡ㅤ𝘏𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝅄ㅤೀ

In the depths of my haunted mind, I writhed in restless agony, my gnashing teeth a constant torment. My tongue danced fitfully within my aching mouth, mocking its own inadequacies. Emptiness gnawed at me, an insatiable void that screamed for fulfillment. Violence swirled within my soul, a tempestuous torrent threatening to burst its feeble confines.

And then, there was you. Your every breath, your every gesture, became an addiction that consumed me. They had warned me against feeding the beast within, yet I had allowed myself to be drawn so close that the lines between predator and prey blurred.

Your hands, once delicate and untouchable, now tantalized me. They were forbidden fruit, yet I longed to sate my hunger with their soft, yielding flesh. I reached out, my fingers tracing their contours with a yearning so intense it threatened to ignite my world into a fiery inferno.

As dusk approached, I paced outside your home, my breath ragged, my body tense. Would you welcome me with open arms or send me scurrying into the night? I longed to stumble through your hallway, delirious and cold, and collapse in the kitchen, the tiled floor a stark reminder of my depravity.

With trembling hands, I knocked on your door. It creaked open, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. There you were, standing in the dim light, your eyes meeting mine. In that instant, I knew my fate.

I stepped inside, my body melting onto the cold tiles. I asked you to put the kettle on, my voice a hoarse whisper. You hesitated for a moment before moving towards the kitchen. I could hear the clatter of cups and the hiss of boiling water, and it filled me with an indescribable sense of calm.

As night descended, I watched you move around the kitchen, your every action a symphony of unspoken words. Your lips parted slightly as you sipped your tea, and I couldn't resist the temptation to count my teeth, each one a razor-sharp reminder of my nature.

'Will you taste my skin?' I asked, my voice almost a plea. 'Will you let me do the same?'

You looked up, your eyes wide with a mixture of fear and desire. I saw the hesitation in your gaze before you finally nodded.

And so, I rose and approached you, my body moving with the precision of a predator. My hands reached for your neck, and I felt a surge of ecstasy as I sank my teeth into your soft flesh. Your blood filled my mouth, warm and sweet, and for a moment, I was at peace.

Death would approach, not as a harbinger of doom, but as a cherished companion. It would be the pinnacle of my perverse symphony, the ultimate release from the torment that had haunted me for far too long.

In the depths of that forbidden night, as darkness enveloped us, I would feast upon your flesh. Your screams would become a melody, a symphony that danced upon the edge of madness. And as your life ebbed away, I would finally find solace in the embrace of the one I so desperately craved.