And If I Became Everything That I Feared I Would Be, What Then?

when your family asks if they can read what you’re writing

some very messy doodles from that old sad pretentious film about poetry or something

do not talk to me. i am currently crying in anderperry

Todd: okay raise your hand if you thought Neil and I were dating

Everyone:

Todd: Neil, put your hand down

just dying with the poets thats all 

GUYS!!!!!

LOOK AT WHAT I FOUND

THE DELETED SCENE OF THE MEETING AFTER NEILS PLAY. THE ONE WITH KEATING AND TODDS POEM!!!!!

the way charlie looked at (checked out) todd when he introduced himself? GAY

not to be a hedonist but. pleasure IS the whole point, my loves. we are made for pleasure. humans have not survived out of spite or sheer grit or simply to make more humans. we live for pleasure. the pleasure of licking the last delicious crumbs off your fingers and feeling sunlight on your skin and massaging a loved one's shoulders. we're made to fill our bellies with delicious food, to nap in soft grass, to touch each other in joy and comfort.

there is no shame or guilt in our bodies doing what they were made to do. and we are made for pleasure.

screaming crying and throwing up rn 

just had the devastating realization that mr. keating probably wasn’t allowed to attend neils funeral

Charlie: Well, you know what they say: go big or go home!

Neil, on the verge of tears: Charlie, I am begging you, go home. For once in your life just go home

Charlie: ...

Charlie: I'm gonna go big