Arguablyacademic - Romanticizing The Mundane

Okay, so:

Upon meeting Todd: is he, ya know,*hand gay gesture*

“I think neil is my favourite” *soft smile* (Oh noooo)

Laughs at todds improv poem, goes silent, “ahhhhhhhh” 

“Half a roll?”

Saxophone in the cave scene: “Oh shit! Buddy can play it! I thought his only skill was making turkey noises” 

“Oh this movie is making me feel things.”

About the unmanned flying desk set: *soft eyes* oh it was so good but so sad

Charlie talking to Gloria: *I made that up* “haha! No you didn’t!”

“Can they kick the girls out again?”

Neil, is doing nothing: I love neil!!

“I knew this man was a prune.” (To Nolan when he stood up before the phone call from God scene)

After the play: oh no. oh no, *looks me dead in the eyes* you fucker

When Charlie punches cameron: Suck it less valid red head!

*camera pans to Pitts, during the end scene* Yes!! You got this Pittsie!!

After, the movie: You fucker you fucker, you made me feel things

About to introduce The Dead Poets Society to my best friend, will update on his thoughts.

Do you like the color of tumblr mobile?

Which one?

the phone call to chris but dumb

Got stung by a wasp (6 times) while tearing apart our old barn and I tied scrap fabric around my arm where it got stung and honestly? Feel like a hot video game avatar. 

you know what hits me about the "on purpose on purpose im going to love you on purpose" "i'll take care of you, it's rotten work, not to me not if it's you" "im going to love you without a single string attached" "i don't know where to put it all the love i have for her, i'll take it" "i walked in love with you with both eyes open choosing to take every step"?

they all have the same desire, they all desire for someone to Want it, for love to not be an accident or something that happens without recognising it, they all have the overtones desire of wanting someone to deem you worthy of love, to see you and meet you and know you and Want to love you, to make that choice and stick by it because loving you or being loved by you is something so deeply worth it and fulfilling and moving and powerful that they Want it, in their soul they crave to love and be loved

they're such varieties of the basic desire to be wanted

they say these things and they mean "love me because i am lovable" not "love me because you find me desirable/you have realised you already do/you want something from me" etc

it's "love me because i am me and you are aware of that" and it's something you can just scream to someone when you can't find another way to say "i am choosing to love you because loving you is something i want to experience no matter the outcome"

love them . On purpose, on Purpose and by choice and intentionally you will Love Them

Pretzel sticks and crunchy peanut butter are the only things keeping me from setting my laptop on fire so I no longer have to look at my ethics paper anymore.

pynch moments from the dreamer trilogy that turned me into an insane person

to go with my very long raven cycle quote list here

Adam. Adam Parrish was the destination of this road trip. Is there any version of you that could come with me to Cambridge? 

Adam. Ronan missed him like a lung.

He could feel his pulse thudding in his jaw. He could hear it in his ears. It sounded like everyone else’s heartbeat, he thought. Just like Adam’s heart when it was resting on his chest. 

Ronan’s attention stuck on his hands. Lovely boyish hands with prominent knuckles, gaunt and long like his unfamiliar face. “Who’s that?” Gansey had asked, and Ronan hadn’t answered, just kept hanging out the window. As they passed, Adam’s expression was all contradictions: intense and wary, resigned and resilient, defeated and defiant. Ronan hadn’t known anything about who Adam was then, and, if possible, he’d known even less about who he himself was, but as they drove away from the boy with the bicycle, this was how it had begun: Ronan leaning back against his seat and closing his eyes and sending up a simple, inexplicable, desperate prayer to God: please. 

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