the inquisitor finding cole in the keep and asking him if he wants to go herb hunting with her and solas in an attempt to include him in little things (◡‿◡✿)
cole being surprised that the inquisitor puts such importance on making him feel welcomed and part of the group (◠‿◠✿)
the inquisitor finding something to pin his hair up out of his pretty eyes (◕‿◕✿)
No matter what anybody tells you, words and ideas can change the world.
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.
(Dead Poets Society, 1989)
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