#deadpoetswilde

Did it hurt when you forgot your earphones at home and you couldn't romanticize your walk?

My take after reading The picture of Dorian gray and The secret history is that never associate yourself with a guy named Henry😭

I desperately need someone to understand me. For understanding is the purest form of love.

I think about it sometimes — people who have never been in love but write about it like they’ve experienced heartaches of centuries together. Who write about it as if it’s what they’ve been doing from a long time. It’s as if they’re shouting that they’re capable of hurting themselves more than anyone else. It’s as if they’re showcasing all their dreams subtlety to get atleast a gist of it. I think these people are phenomenal