when jane austen wrote “my heart is, and always will be, yours.” & when tahereh mafi wrote “my heart is yours. please don’t ever give it back to me.” & when holly black wrote “it was yours before i could admit it, and yours it shall ever remain.”
fellas why can’t i be a writer, a librarian, a ballerina, a pianist, a poet, a figure skater, a painter and a cute little bakery owner all at the same time
i resonate with jane austen’s characters a lot because i, too, will stare at you intently across the room and not say a single word then go home and yearn
fellas why can’t i be a writer, a librarian, a ballerina, a pianist, a poet, a figure skater, a painter and a cute little bakery owner all at the same time
no one understands my favorite character like i do, not even the authors themselves. like they might have created and written this character out but i know them better & on a far deeper, personal level than they ever will
you consumed that media and moved on, i made it my entire personality, i spent every single moment of my day thinking & talking about it, i embraced the brainrot. we are not the same
instant love pisses me off. why are they happy and in love by chapter 3? where’s the yearning? the slow burn? the angst? i need them longingly gazing at each other for at least 300 pages before they finally hold hands
the sexual tension between two enemies dancing at a fancy ball is unmatched. the obvious chemistry, the eye contact as they dance intricately, the subtle glance at each other’s lips, the close proximity while they’re both trying to act unaffected but failing miserably
i like this book, you should read it! (this book shattered my heart and soul into pieces, it emotionally scarred me and caused me so much distress and anguish that i haven’t been able to properly move on ever since)
franz kafka was so real when he said “i think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound or stab us. if the book we're reading doesn't wake us up with a blow to the head, what are we reading for?” because yes, i too like to read books that make me wanna kms
jane austen saying “if i loved you less, i might be able to talk about it more.” & nizar qabbani saying “because my love for you is higher than words, i have decided to fall silent.” so in conclusion, men being unable to articulate how much they love you bc it is beyond words>>>
it’s always “i love her” and never “i worry, sometimes, that my love for her will expand beyond the limitations of my body, that it will one day kill me with its heft.”
enemies “i will literally cut your throat” to “i hate you but we gotta work together to defeat a mutual enemy” to “i just saved your life but it doesn’t mean i like you” to “i guess you’re not so bad after all” to “i would burn down the world for you” lovers
knowing that there’s a book out there that will change the trajectory of my life and alter my brain chemistry, but i haven’t discovered it yet is truly upsetting
i know that this character murdered several people & i acknowledge the fact that he’s generally not a good person. have you considered that i am in love with him though?
it’s always “he loves you” and never “i can hear the change in his breathing when he looks at you. it catches every time, like he’s never seen you before.”
me genuinely losing it when the trope is “two people who are in love with each other but no matter what they do, they don’t make it because they’ve always been doomed by the narrative”