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By that sin fell the angels.

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.

Walt Whitman (via ventrice1221)

"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?" -John Keating 

(Source: fyeahdeadpoetsociety)

The truth, when you finally chase it down, is almost always far worse than your darkest visions and fears.

—Hunter S Thompson (via weshuffor)

daywhite:

Hunter S. Thompson would’ve turned 77 yesterday. His thoughts on unemployment, from a letter in 1958…
http://www.lettersofnote.com/

daywhite:

Hunter S. Thompson would’ve turned 77 yesterday. His thoughts on unemployment, from a letter in 1958…

http://www.lettersofnote.com/

nickdrake:

MERMAIDS, Winona Ryder, Christina Ricci, 1990.

nickdrake:

MERMAIDS, Winona Ryder, Christina Ricci, 1990.

jnthnnn:

Toto - Africa

Salar de Uyuni (Bolivia) by night.

"When the night comes, the starry sky reflects on its surface like in a mirror, and you have the feeling of being in space."

(c) I don’t own anything.

(Source: tsumetaiyozora, via euphoric-s)

my-name-is-rainn:

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my-name-is-rainn:

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(via beautiful-alaska)

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hollywoodmarcia:

Locke (2013)

hollywoodmarcia:

Locke (2013)

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the-same-fucking-shit:

Uhh… Bad Religion en We Heart It.

the-same-fucking-shit:

Uhh… Bad Religion en We Heart It.

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