Carpediem Stories

❝ Unless you love someone, nothing else makes sense. ❞ ~ E.E. Cummings. A Dead Poets Society Story. At Welton Academy, rules are scripture, tradition is sacred, and silence is survival. For Frances "Frankie" Whitmore - the first girl quietly enrolled under a forgotten clause - it's a place she was never meant to be. Sharp-tongued and sharper-witted, she walks the halls like a secret waiting to be kept, until a boy with ink-stained fingers and too-loud laughter sees right through her. Charlie Dalton is everything Frankie isn't supposed to want - reckless, radiant, and restless to burn the world down if it means feeling something real. But beneath the mischief and bravado is a boy with too much heart, and Frankie finds herself drawn to him like a line to a sonnet - inevitable, inexplicable, and aching to be read aloud. As they're pulled into the fold of the Dead Poets Society, where poetry is rebellion and love is its own kind of defiance, Frankie and Charlie begin to discover not just each other, but themselves. In the shadow of tragedy and expectation, they will have to choose: to follow the script or rewrite the ending. A story of quiet revolutions, unsent letters, and love that lingers like verse in the margins, O My Love is a tender, lyrical ode to what we risk when we dare to be known.

❝𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲, 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐧, 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭.❞ ✧ [ W. Shakespeare ] ────୨ৎ──── Juliet Nolan is a young woman trying to survive Welton Academy after a difficult past. Her grandfather, the school's principal, gave her strict and clear rules to follow, but in a place where a single mistake costs everything, what would happen if she broke them? ────୨ৎ──── [ a Dead Poets Society fanfiction ] [ Charlie Dalton x fem!oc ] [ third person pov ]

This story tells how the Dead Poets would react in any other situations

{Dead Poets Society} In which... Obedient, brilliant, and dutiful son, Neil Perry, meets a young girl who happens to attend an all-girls preparatory school in Vermont. Neil had initially planned to audition for the play 'A Midsummer Night's Dream' behind his father's back. What he didn't expect was to meet Henley Grace before the audition started and to develop a fondness for her. {Henley Hall student x Neil Perry} I do not own any of the Dead Poets Society characters except for Henley Grace. !Under editing!

an anderperry fic where neil is alive bc im depressed abt dps its gonna be angsty at some parts but 🤷 cw: sh and abusive parents

i've been inspired to write poems, and this is where i've decided to post them. constructed criticism is welcomed, for i am very much far from perfect and i really would like to improve. began: 10/20/2020 finished:

The need to change how we see the world.

Envie de découvrir des citations nouvelles ou tout simplement en redécouvrir ? Curieux d'apprendre de nouvelles choses ou citations dont tu ignorais jusqu'à présent ? Alors, n'hésite plus et ouvre donc ce livre, et puis lis ce recueil plein de bonnes intentions ! Si tu veux te sentir heureux le temps d'une journée alors n'ai pas peur et franchis le cap, consulte le et imprègne-toi de ses citations qui vont te faire voyager à travers les émotions qui peuple l'être humain ! Coup de foudre garanti (et ouverte à tous) !

"I've learned, there's more to life than dying." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Harper's mom is dying. She knows that, and because of that, she has accepted the tragedy that is life. She's constantly going through the motions. Existing. Jacob's the literal example of Carpe Diem. He lives life to the fullest, throwing caution to the wind. To him, every day is an adventure. Living. What happens when a shoddy photo op and walk-into-wall combo brings Harper and Jacob together? Living meets Existing and teaches her a thing or two.

This is a collection of poems written by me. Enjoy :)

Quotes from "Dead Poets Society" that changed my life... Started: 22.1.18 Completed: -

"I will live deep and suck out all the sweet marrow of life and not, when I come to die, discovered I have not lived." preferences and imagines of dead poets society characters requests open

The year is 1959, and for its very first time, Welton Academy Boarding School is now accepting female students. Violet Ross is not only one of those girls, but the only girl in the graduating class. She feels as though she must face her fears entirely alone, until she comes across a quirky group of boys. Also known as The Dead Poets. Violet soon finds herself becoming rather close with one in particular... "I'm not entirely sure I even knew what constituted 'love,' until I had met him. Now the mere thought of him made me ache to be with him, to look at him, to touch him. I couldn't quite put my feelings into words. Even as I try, few seem to suffice. An entire sea of ink could not adequately describe my feelings towards him. It was almost as if all the stars in the sky were condensed into a single, twinkling one. The only words I felt could convey some of what I felt for him, easily fell from my lips. ' I love you, too.'"

A poem about seizing the day.

Carpe Diem! Hindi natin hawak ang bukas, hindi natin alam kung ano ang mangyayari at hindi natin alam baka bukas wala na ang lahat ng mayroon tayo o wala na tayo mismo. That is why we need to treasure every joyful moment for it may be the last. Ano ang kaya mong gawin para sa iyong pamilya, kaibigan at higit sa lahat ay sa iyong sarili? Sigurado ka ba na totoo ang mga ipinapakita ng mga taong nakapaligid sa iyo? O di naman kaya ay baka ikaw ang hindi totoo sa mga ipinapakita mo. Note: Ang drama! I just want to express the ideas that pops out of my head with the use of words. SOME CONTENT MAY TRIGGER SOMETHING. (Wala namang nagbabasa kaya ok lang haha)

Just a bunch of stories about you and your favorite poets ❤️ Requests Open For: Neil Perry Todd Anderson Charlie Dalton Knox Overstreet Gerard Pitts Steven Meeks Richard Cameron Also requests for certain ships are open: AnderPerry Knox + Charlie Meeks + Pitts Charlie + Meeks

Mon oncle s'en est allé. Dans ma tête, ça tourne. Plus rien à de sens et pourtant je trouve un sens à tout. Je deviens bipolaire, schizophrène, hypocondriaque, maniacodépressive et pourtant je hurle de joie. Pour me comprendre, reprenons depuis le début. Là où tout a commencé.

Szólj most, vagy hallgass örökké.

Literally in love with Dead Poets Society. Just a little collection of preferences and imagines I've written and (finally) decided to publish. Feel free to send any requests and thanks for reading!💫