The Suicide Sprawls On The Bloody Floor Of The Bedroom, I Witness The Corpse With Its Dabbled Hair, I

The suicide sprawls on the bloody floor of the bedroom, I witness the corpse with its dabbled hair, I note where the pistol has fallen

By Walt Whitman (Song of Myself) is so Neil Perry-Core (god i hate that word)

i just watched my best friend is a vampire and why is it so gay?! like i love it but rsl, explain yourself

can someone recommend some beginner normal behaviors for someone looking to become normal

*checking my mood ring* it says i love girls

you GUYS. charlie dalton is not a whore, nor does he have sex at all. he is a teenager who desperately WANTS to have sex but doesnt, ever. and before anyone says anything, im not saying teenagers dont have sex, i AM saying that this particular teenager comes in contact with a woman once a week at most.

we all need to collectively acknowledge once again that EVERY member of the dead poets is a huge loser, even the ones that break rules a lot.

they're on a train and they're going away.

"away to where, charlie", cameron urges, worry in voice and map in hand, "i don't think just getting on a train was a good idea, this could go who knows where-"

he's cut off by a loud whoop that is promptly whisked away by the rush of landscape outside the dusty train windows - a blur of stationtreetreetreehousetreehousehousesky. "WE'RE GOING AWAY!!!!"

meeks laughs. "keep it down, pittsie, don't want your old man hearing and dragging you off at the next station, do you?"

pitts smirks out the window. "i'd like to see him try."

"attaboy!" charlie tries and fails to tousle pitts' hair and turns the gesture into a half-convincing high five. "this is an adventure!"

cameron mutters something that sounds like "that's what they all say before they end up in the middle of texas with no money and too much ego", but the vibration of the train floor drowns it out.

"guys, i've found us seats!" neil grins at them, face so bright they're all a bit surprised it doesn't reflect in the windowpane like the ghost-torch the sun is in it.

"and i've found a window to yell out of!"

"gimme a go, pittsie-" neil shuffles in front of it, craning his neck to have his mouth by the opening that spills wind and train-track sounds. "I'M ALIVE!!!"

there's cheers and laughter and then knox appears by his side, eyes sparkling. "c'mon frankenstein, show us these seats. we have a long way to go."

they're on a train and they're going away.