Not gonna lie, the scene where OJ is in the car, slowly and carefully opens the door and looks up, gets back in the car, and goes “nope” before locking the car door was a genuinly hilarous moment in an otherwise completely terrifying movie
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. To quote from Whitman, “O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless… of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?” Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play *goes on* and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?
John Keating, Dead Poets Society (via alternativemeerkat)
ed sheeran after a year of hiatus: tweets a picture of a color me:
I’m honestly surprised at myself for not having done this way sooner.
Ante el mirá como me ponés, respondemos
i love him