#Dead Poets Society
Truth. Truth is like, like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold. You push it, stretch it, it’ll never be enough. You kick at it, beat it, it’ll never cover any of us. From the moment we enter crying to the moment we leave dying, it will just cover your face as you wail and cry and scream.
Dead Poets Society (1989)
(Source: weltons, via brokenblossoms)
"And then, because they were both Englishwomen and their hearts were somewhat broken, they turned back into the room and put on the kettle and made themselves a cup of tea."
#my mad fat diary
That’s the thing with diaries. They’re like movies. They’re just stories. Filled with the things I saw.. and the things I felt. But when I look around I see that everyone is the protagonist of their own story.
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