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.
— Dead Poet’s Society. (via etherealvows)

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tompnwpc:

"No matter what people tell you, words and ideas can change the world"

tompnwpc:

"No matter what people tell you, words and ideas can change the world"


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even-on-our-worst-nights:

You’re only given one little spark of madness. You mustn’t loss it

Robin Williams

July 21, 1951  -  August 11, 2014


geekthefreakout:

O Captain, my Captain! 

… Thank you for my childhood, Mr. Williams. I hope you find peace, wherever you are.


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existentialisst:


O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
                         But O heart! heart! heart!
                            O the bleeding drops of red,
                               Where on the deck my Captain lies,
                                  Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
                         Here Captain! dear father!
                            The arm beneath your head!
                               It is some dream that on the deck,
                                 You’ve fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
                         Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
                            But I with mournful tread,
                               Walk the deck my Captain lies,
                                  Fallen cold and dead.

RIP Robin Williams, 7/21/1951-8/11/2014

existentialisst:

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
                         But O heart! heart! heart!
                            O the bleeding drops of red,
                               Where on the deck my Captain lies,
                                  Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
                         Here Captain! dear father!
                            The arm beneath your head!
                               It is some dream that on the deck,
                                 You’ve fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
                         Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
                            But I with mournful tread,
                               Walk the deck my Captain lies,
                                  Fallen cold and dead.
RIP Robin Williams, 7/21/1951-8/11/2014

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al3xithymic:

"O captain, my captain."
Dead Poets Society [Peter Weir, 1989]

al3xithymic:

"O captain, my captain."

Dead Poets Society [Peter Weir, 1989]


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Seize the day, boys. Make your life extraordinary.
— Robin Williams (July, 1951- August, 2014) - Dead Poets Society (via ashowott)

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Oh Captain My Captain!


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spazesdownstairs:

robin williams, you helped my heart believe in magic. Thanks for everything.


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(Source: l0vingdestiny)


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