Carpediem Stories

❝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 ]

All her life, Christina George had been taught how to live like a perfect lady. Perfecting house chores, lessons on femininity, being easy and submissive to the male world, preserving her beauty, and being house-oriented. But her life changed when her mother died of tuberculosis. Her destiny removed her from the shelter of her house in Peacham, under her mother's shade, and placed her in the cold Welton Academy, where everywhere she looked, there were boys whom she was not supposed to be near. Her father, Mr. George, who has always been far from his family for the sake of his career, wanted her daughter to be a doctor before she would marry so that she would not have to depend on a man. Already abandoned by one parent, Christina feared that if she didn't walk on her father's path, she would be abandoned by her other parent, too. What happens when a guy named Charlie, who seemed like a perfect candidate for her marriage falls in love with her, but he despises conformity as much as Christina loves it?

Evelyn Nolan never expected to spend her seventeenth year living in an all-boys school. As the granddaughter of Welton's headmaster and daughter of its vice principal, she has always known what is expected of her. But everything changes when she meets John Keating and a group of boys who see the world a little differently. Between poetry, friendship, secrets and rules meant to be broken, Evelyn discovers that Welton may be more than just a school.

လူငယ် ၉ ဦးပါဝင်တဲ့သူငယ်ချင်းအုပ်စု။ [Cortis x Lngshot]

❝ 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.

Peter Carasso doesn't have a job, since he burnt down his last one, but he figures that's alright because he's constantly preoccupied with saving his sister Madeline from drunken chaos. However when Madeline drags in a stray friend, Aiden, burning down his job would soon become the most normal thing on Peter's list that week.

"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

Neil Perry survives the gunshot, and Todd Anderson never lets him forget it. In the hospital, between panic and relief, Todd blurts out the truth. He's in love with him, and Neil, bruised but smiling, feels the same.

Breve redacción donde plasmo el sueño que tuve hace ya bastante tiempo en el que la "muerte" de Annie fue la protagonista y me hizo pensar en que tenía que contarle lo que sentía pero jamás se lo dije :,v

Carpe diem

Just know how to live your life with flooding positivity.

Every part is different poem with different story. So enjoy. :) Oh, and english is not my first language, so please take it with a grain of salt. I'm sending love.

im·ag·i·na·tion /iˌmajəˈnāSH(ə)n/ noun the faculty or action of forming new ideas, or images or concepts of external objects not present to the senses. Otherwise known as "Musings of the Balladeer." This is an anthology of poetry I've written over the course of what is now many years of my life; beginning in my freshman year of high school, back when I was relatively new to poetry, and continuing even to this day. What began as a school assignment expanded into a practice of emotional expression - exploring my thoughts of the world, my feelings toward those around me, and continually redefining "the self." I do not plan on returning to edit anything I've posted (to an insane degree, anyways); keeping it captured like time in a bottle. They are a glimpse into a different time - a different world - and I wouldn't have it any other way. Feel free to interpret as you will.

Szólj most, vagy hallgass örökké.

This is nothing really. Don't bother to read it if you don't have time for the ramblings of a teenager. Really don't. Highest ranking: #11 in Non-Fiction.