Blessed to be alive
#paris
psychotropic wonderland
worn out and tired
all the time
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 fill’d 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?
DEAD POETS SOCIETY
1989 | dir. Peter Weir
THE HOGWARTS CHALLENGE: [3/5] locations → Gryffindor Common Room
“…the portrait swung forward to reveal a round hole in the wall. They all scrambled through it — and found themselves in the Gryffindor common room, a cosy, round room full of squashy armchairs.”
“Now, which one of you can tell me the difference between an Animagus and a werewolf? No one? How disappointing.”
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“Call me by your name and I’ll call you by my name,” which I’d never done in my life before and which, as soon as I said my own name as though it were his, took me to a realm I never shared with anyone in my life before, or since.
Call Me by Your Name (2017) // dir. Luca Guadagnino