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beautiful mess

clumpy mascara smudged under the eye with sweat

nail polish chipped by the day's hard work

frizzy hair thrown up for some semblance of put togetherness

choppy unblended bangs, cut with kitchen scissors on a bad night

well worn tights, holes and runs abound

green-copper rings tarnished by water and wear

like a cracked ornament on the scrawniest tree, there is heart, charm and an ocean deep beauty

the lost art of caring

it happened slowly

pre-written birthday cards, texts instead of calls

and when you do call, there's always a reason

there's always an occasion

shows of affection are sequestered to Valentine's Day

flowers always have strings attached

you don't know your neighbors

you don't have phone numbers memorized

you don't cry, you laugh quietly, you don't raise your voice

until you don't feel

you don't care

and nobody cares for you

guys why is he so gender im gonna cry

who up thinking about dead poets society and the fact that you'll never experience it because instead of being born an east coast boy in the 1950's, you're a west coast girl in the 2020's and you've never been to boarding school and yet you feel a deep connection to the film because you too have unsupportive parents and dreams of theatre and poetry and art

blue tights

potential is a terrifying power we humans hold

to know that we could be anything, that we are everything

that it could shift or vanish in an instant

that nothing may matter later, but everything matters now

when i say that dead poets society genuinely makes me romanticize my life im not joking. like whenever i feel too stressed or like im not living in the moment i watch that fucking movie. when i get to bogged down with logistics i remember "poetry, beauty, romance, love. these are what we stay alive for."

never forget that each day the powerful play goes on, and your life is your verse.

my personal experience with DPS and other ramblings

my mother introduced me to the film when I was about 13 or so and I immediately latched onto it and made it part of my personality. i became an extremely pretentious high schooler and would unironically say shit about sucking the marrow out of life (and yes I am embarrassed about it now)

but when I was applying for colleges and I told my mom I wanted to be a theatre major she kinda lost her shit and told me that it was a stupid waste of time and money and i was absolutely GOING THROUGH IT

fast forward to now, I'm a junior in college (theatre major) and I watched DPS with my mom and my brother (his first time watching it) and I realized that my mom fundamentally misunderstood the point of the movie

I will never forget her telling me that she AGREED WITH NEIL'S DAD AND THAT KEATING WAS A DANGEROUS PERSON AND A BAD EDUCATOR

my brother who is into stem and is unappreciative of the arts anyway said that Neil was just kinda stupid and that the movie wasn't that good (????? major side eye on that one but whatever)

i just got so sad for little 17 year old me. she was incredibly sensitive and fragile and I just wonder had my mother been even just slightly harsher about me being a theatre major what would have happened to me?

then a few weeks ago I was talking to my friend. she's the type of person you don't have casual conversations with, you immediately dive into philosophy and morals and art and knowing each other's souls.

we got to the topic of dead poets society and the people who "just don't get it". the people who watch it once and never think about it again. the people who are so content that they are happy to remain stagnant. those who don't yearn for change, or to be known, to make art. those who are content to live and not

Live!!!!

and I'll never understand them and they'll never understand me. and the world will continue on like this. there will be people who stand still and those who can't stop moving

they get sooo fucking hissy about each other