'Dead Poets Society', Peter Weir (1989)

We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, “O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless… of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?” Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play *goes on* and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?

Rest in Peace, Robin Williams. You will not be forgotten.

This is my farewell.

aufdenglischbitte asked:

staaaaaaacyyyyy I'm so glad you're back we need to have a tinychat disco amis reunion! also when did you go? I'm trying to work out what you were here for and what you've missed salkfjwelkj this is so exciting

AHHH Disco Amis, hahaha I had almost forgotten. I left February 12, 2013.

alright guys, this is it. last post.

i love you all so dearly and i can’t wait to see what you are doing in 2014
and how many of you have unfollowed me by then

in the words of one Frank Abagnale, Jr:

"I’m not afraid of stopping, this end could be my start,
I wanna live a life and not just play a part.
I’ll walk into the sunset, I’ll sail across the sea,
The final word, the last you’ll hear of me
is goodbye!”