June 3, 2023: I Watched Dead Poets Society. Oh My God.

june 3, 2023: i watched dead poets society. oh my god.

bitches be like “that man is perfect for me” and the man is just ink on paper

this

feeling that oppressive urge to have a group of friends who have weekly dinners at someone’s apartment, flock together on campus, debate literature and philosophy over wine soaked nights, study in the library together long after everyone’s gone, write each other letters when we’re apart for the holidays, run about the woods at night and be utterly, utterly free.

oh and when you write 2k in a day after months of block... is so delightful

what a shame doctors don’t prescribe vacation to secluded seaside towns like they used to

this is literally my life

Are you really a writer if you don’t just stare at your laptop for 3 hours while listening to music until you decide you’ve been productive enough for a day, close it and go on social media for the rest of the night?