DEAD POETS SOCIETY 1989 | dir. Peter Weir
i wish they’d wear crop tops more.
“There’s a lot going on there. There’s a perverse sense of ‘there he is.’ He hates him. He’s frightened of him. He loves him. He wants to touch him. He wants to run away from him. All of those things are true, and actually that level of fear probably does draw those things out of you as well. You’re just completely bare. Maybe a smile creeps out. [Louis is thinking], ‘Please don’t hurt me, but also I’m so glad to see you alive and don’t you look good. Fuck, I shouldn’t think that.’” — Jacob Anderson
gentle reminder: in trench you are not alone
happy 15th birthday twentyønepiløts !