Hindercinders - Cinderponder

friends i made soup :)

Internet tanked and wont let me stream any further, may make another attempt in a little while, if not i will see everyone tomorrow :)

study with me: the entire history of film production, i guess

alright, lets get stuff done

The right person, the wrong time

The right script, the wrong line.

The right poem, the wrong rhyme.

And a piece of you that was never mine.

~ unknown

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YOU say I’m yapping.

I say I’m yawping.

There’s a difference.

thank you to everyone who made it out to stream today! always appreciate your patience and support when it comes to internet connection and audio! hoping to find ways to improve stream as term dies down, if anyone may have any advice for beginner streamers that you would like to pass along, please do! :)

late night study session

care to join?

First book of 2025 complete: The Secret History by Donna Tartt

Rating: What The Fuck/⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

one of my favourite reads in a while

“So often, a visit to a bookshop has cheered me, and reminded me that there are good things in the world.”

― Vincent van Gogh

thinking about how hard this movie is going to hit when i finally have my ed degree and some experience… the layers of this movie that unfold every time i rewatch it is insane, the plot from Keating’s point of view is insane.

one of his top students finally lives his dream, and wow, he's amazing. then, suddenly, he's gone. no final words, but keating is sure he had a large part to play. keating watches as, gradually, the boys turn against him, but he doesn't hate them for it. there was no other choice, he gets that. charlie gets expelled, and there are now two empty desks where the most eager students used to sit. the boys to first rip up pritchard's stupid introduction, and stand on his desk. and the first to leave.

now, keating stands in his old classroom, listening to cameron read Understanding Poetry. thinking so much has changed, yet so little may be done about it. as the whole chalkboard is wiped clean.

little does he know, the remaining poets will call out to him, cherishing his teachings, and mr mcallister's steps gradually get further out into the snow. change can glide through the air, if only you allow yourself to inhale once more.