thinking about how hard this movie is going to hit when i finally have my ed degree and some experience… the layers of this movie that unfold every time i rewatch it is insane, the plot from Keating’s point of view is insane.
one of his top students finally lives his dream, and wow, he's amazing. then, suddenly, he's gone. no final words, but keating is sure he had a large part to play. keating watches as, gradually, the boys turn against him, but he doesn't hate them for it. there was no other choice, he gets that. charlie gets expelled, and there are now two empty desks where the most eager students used to sit. the boys to first rip up pritchard's stupid introduction, and stand on his desk. and the first to leave.
now, keating stands in his old classroom, listening to cameron read Understanding Poetry. thinking so much has changed, yet so little may be done about it. as the whole chalkboard is wiped clean.
little does he know, the remaining poets will call out to him, cherishing his teachings, and mr mcallister's steps gradually get further out into the snow. change can glide through the air, if only you allow yourself to inhale once more.
to live. to live forever.
All you need is a cup of coffee and some good company to make studying aesthetic 🫠
care to join?
Even when you're tired, remember why you started.
look no further than here.
“Forget everything. Open the windows. Clear the room. The wind blows through it. You see only its emptiness, you search in every corner and don’t find yourself.”
— Franz Kafka, Diaries 1914-1923
my new years resolution is that i'm back on my robert sean leonard shit (starting reading the secret history and it put me in my dark academia feels)
You can't go back and change the beginning, but you can start where you are and change the ending.
— C.S. Lewis
I need it to rain more than I need fresh air in my lungs, I think