I am a dead poet.
"But poetry, beauty, romance, love... these are what we stay alive for."
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Chat reblogged from If you're feeling sinister
- Me: MOM! HELP! MY BOYFRIEND FELL AND HE CAN'T GET UP!!! HURRY CALL AN AMBULANCE!!!!
- Mom: Pick Up your poster and shut up.
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Photoset reblogged from Give me back my dreams
ANDREW: I need to say something. It’ll take just a sec. Three days ago, I loathed you. I used to dream about you getting hit by a cab or poisoned.
MARGARET: Oh, that’s… that’s nice.
ANDREW: God, I told you to stop talking. Then we had our little adventure in Alaska and things started to change. Things changed when we kissed and when you told me about your tattoo… Even when you checked me out when we were naked. I didn’t realize any of this until I was standing alone, in a barn, wifeless. Now, you can imagine my disappointment when it suddenly dawned on me that the woman I love is about to be kicked out of the country. So Margaret, marry me because I’d like to date you.
MARGARET: Trust me… You don’t really want to be with me.
ANDREW: Yes, I do.
MARGARET: See the thing is, there’s a reason why I’ve been alone all this time. I’m comfortable that way and I think it would just be a lot easier if we forgot everything that happened and I just left.
ANDREW: You’re right, that would be easier.
MARGARET: I’m scared.
ANDREW: Me too.
MARGARET: Aren’t you supposed to get down on your knee or something?
ANDREW: I’m gonna take that as a yes.(Source: recklesselegance)
