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okay ive watched two episodes of deadly class and im absolutely sure benjamin wadsworth would be perfect for the role of neil.. like he is absolute perfection

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I’m running on four hours of sleep, three hours of constant anxiety attacks but I just took a power nap so let’s get this shit

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“I believe dancing is freeing yourself from whatever forces of the universe control you”

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sometimes i think about how constellations are an entirely man-made construct and don’t actually exhist inherently in nature. i mean, the universe just gave us stars, and we saw art and myths and stories in them. the capacity that humans have for seeing purpose in the incidental makes me realize just how lonely we are on this planet, desperately searching for meaning elsewhere in the universe.

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astnomer student aesthetics

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There are too many subjects I want to study, too many languages I want to learn, too many books I want to read – why did my immense desire for knowledge end up in this fragile human form, with its needs for ‘sleep’ and ‘food’? 

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“I don’t believe in god. But I’m a hypocrite, so I pray.”

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I’m either carpe diem or tempus fugit, there’s no in between

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“Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.”

— Sylvia Plath

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SLYTHERIN: “But I don’t want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want sin.” -Aldous Huxley (John the Savage: Brave New World)

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“Don’t think about it. Don’t theorize. Try it. Do the same with your poems. With any poems any prose. Try it. You want ‘Help’. Here it is. Pick it up on it. And always’ remember. 'Nothing is True. Everything is permitted:”

— William S. Burroughs, The Yage Letters

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“I thought I had no heart. I find I have, and a heart doesn’t suit me,”

— Oscar Wilde, Lady Windermere’s Fan, 1893

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Dylan Thomas — Poem in October

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if you ever get the chance to live poetry instead of reading it, take it. i promise it’s worth it. shout the verses at the quiet night, laugh hysterically reciting a sonnet, fall to your knees in the middle of a soliloquy. don’t leave the words on their pages, make them burn your throat and shatter the universe.

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Ravenclaw: but why do you have to be /this/ extra

Slytherin: *listening to classical music, sitting on a velvet emerald throne, wrapped in a silk bathrobe whilst sipping chocolate milk out of a glass goblet*

Slytherin: whatever do you mean