Not to be rude but do you have a girlfriend?
And what's your favorite book?
Not to be rude but do you have a girlfriend?
And what's your favorite book?
so i'm in the middle of a dead poets society breakdown/spiral/hyperfixation/etc, and something I really love about the movie is how nothing changes, if that makes sense. it's a story about a system, and it says, "this is the system. this is who it hurts. the end." there's no happy ending. there's no fix. the characters are left broken by the corruption around them, and by the time someone stands up for what's right, it's too late, the damage has been done, the people have been hurt, and nothing can undo it.
i think that's what i find so fascinating about it. in a lot of modern movies and tv shows, when confronting conformity and the systems that perpetuate it, they tear it down somehow. they make history, if that makes sense. dead poets society isn't history. nothing astronomical happened, truly—it's just a blip in time, a sequence of short events that really weren't important to anyone or anything. it won't be in any history books. no one will remember it fifty, sixty years down the line.
but it happened. and it mattered. and now that you know, now that you've been warned, it's time for you to make history:)
For all the dead poets society fans. this is the reason why dps is very close to my heart. Because there is no sugarcoating in this movie. There's no happy ending either. It shows the damn reality, each and every scene is relatable. we all agree that if we'd got a teacher like john keating atleast for once in a life then our life would be different than it is.
the fact that i'm no longer the same age as the protagonists of novels and films i once connected to is so heartbreaking. there was a time when I looked forward to turning their age. i did. and i also outgrew them. i continue to age, but they don't; never will. the immortality of fiction is beautiful, but cruel.
(फ़ोटो: शेमलेस)
It's been almost 3 years since I'd left my regular column for the newspaper. But this words, just touched my soul.✨️
I hope i can start my writing journey with this new year.🌻
She lives the poetry that she cannot write♡
▪︎Oscar wilde
Nostalgia (1983)
Rumi
Just to read this book once would make my heart melt.
Dead Poets Society by Nancy H. Kleinbaum (1988)