Journaling Next To A Candle Last Night (x). If You Choose To Repost This Image, Credit Using The Source

Robert Sean Leonard, Dead Poets Society (1989)

dress up just to study, chew on the caps of your highlighters while you scribble notes in the margins of your books, put your feet up on your desk and drink cinnamon tea with too much sugar, learn calligraphy and write your favorite quotes on pages of old books and tape them to your wall, drink wine and read in the bath and use that bathbomb you keep forgetting is in your cabinet, play your favorite music play classical music play music from the 20s and dance down your hallway just because, call your friends and read aloud like each word is the most important one on the page, see if you can light enough candles to not need to use a lamp and open your window even though it’s cold, go for a walk and see if you can take a turn you haven’t taken before, live life as a challenge of how fun and dramatic a tiny world can be

a bunch of scribbles 

Why did we stop with ballroom dances??? Like seriously to waltz around a room with a handsome stranger to classical music while others look at us with envy and after the music ends both of you with flushed cheeks, breathing fast, the sexual tension ; that was the shit.

at this point? my days include procrastination, not reading anything or finishing the whole damn book in an hour and forgetting to eat or eating my whole fridge. there is no in between.

‘evening reading’ - georg vilhelm paulli (1884)

Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming....

Oscar Wilde, 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑃𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝐷𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑛 𝐺𝑟𝑎𝑦

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