Of course Catherine Morland falls in love with the charming, kind Henry Tilney who's unlike any man she's ever met and who's the kind of person who she didn't think existed outside of books. But the great thing is that Henry's equally enchanted by the completely ordinary Catherine, because she's something that's totally unfamiliar to his world. They're equally mythical to each other, and in finding each other they upend their ideas of what they thought the world was, and they build a new world together, and that is peak romance.

the peaked at high school girls who have cosplayed being a swiftie for a year are having a hard time comprehending ttpd lyrics and it's sending me. taylor swift is for the nerds, artists and daydreamers you bullied in school. you wouldn't last an hour in the asylum they raised me, the world is healing

“i hate it here” is peak escapism and hearing her talk about how she lives in a garden no one else has access to in her mind (unlike the rest of her life) for most of the year is sooooo. made up scenarios and imagining living in the 1800s… it’s giving the lakes except she’s alone and she can’t actually leave. so much of the album is about feeling stuck and this one is about feeling stuck in herself.

Do yourself a favour and start believing you deserve everything good in life and that nothing is out of reach for you.

Only when your girlish glow, flickers just so, do they let you know: It's hell on earth to be heavenly. Them's the breaks, they don't come gently. Clara Bow - The Tortured Poets Department (2024)

Instead of making fun of people who do things at an older age that are normally done younger ( like getting their diploma or GED, learning to drive, even learning to read ) how about you:

don’t

please document your life; take pictures and videos, keep a journal & record voice memos…the most insignificant moments will become some of your favourite memories one day

“Elegant, pure,”

— John Keats, from The Complete Poems; “To Some Ladies,”

me since april 19th

You and me, that's my whole world

I just finished reading Northanger Abbey for the first time and it might be in my top 3 Jane Austen novels, such a good read I enjoyed it so much

Taylor and Florence in the studio recording Florida!!!

Fairy Wings - save with code PAMMY

She was dreadfully romantic. She read too many novels and carried her ideal world wherever she went.

Mary Elizabeth Braddon, The Doctor's Wife

stop ignoring yourself. fix your posture, get a fresh haircut, drink water, take care of your skin, eat food that gives you energy, declutter your space, take time to rest, workout, do mindful meditation, fix your sleep schedule. when you feel/look good, you do good. invest in yourself, put the effort you deserve.

ok but can we talk about the prophecy (ttpd) and lizzie? like her wishing for a marriage of respect, if not love, knowing very well that it might possibly never occur for her. and then mr collins's proposal happens and then mr darcy's first proposal happens and she is starting to kind of accept the reality of her prospects (because even someone as strong as lizzie would be a little despaired after two less-than-ideal proposals, added onto her already existing worries about jane) that maybe it really is in her destiny to not get a happy marriage. her prophecy, one might even call it.

and she is kind of making peace with it, but then. but then.

mr darcy 2.0 happens and she dares to hope. the events at Pemberley unfold and she sees how he talks to the gardiners and how he so openly introduced her to his sister and how he seems to not be disgusted at the sight of her after that shitshow in kent and, for once, it's actually going well and lizzie thinks that, maybe, something might come out of it. maybe all is not lost yet. but then.

just when she thought things were taking a turn for the better, wickham happens. the elopement. she thought she caught lightning in a bottle but it's gone again. she has lost him. again. she has lost a chance at happiness. again. and she's telling herself that, really, she shouldn't have tried to deny what was written in her destiny in the first place and that she should've known better.

she is back at longbourn and she knows that nothing will ever change, no matter what the outcome of lydia's elopement may be. she's lamenting what she never had, what she never will have. it was never money she wanted. just someone who would want her company. someone who would trust her, respect her, listen to her. but even that feels like asking for too much for now the bennets are ruined and she might as well learn to stop expecting any sort of marriage for herself now, let alone one that may offer her happiness and change her prophecy.

at kent mr darcy had showed his hand. at pemberley, he had been more open than she would've ever thought him capable of, and that was when she could still sense his reticence. sitting at longbourn, watching her life play out like fools in a fable, all of it is 'sinking in' now, the poison of her circumstances is seeping into her blood, but she still can't help but dream of him, dream of what could've been. she feels like the very last drops of an ink pen, dragging something on when it's of no use anymore because even after all this, she has that glimmer of hope in her that mayhe their story still has a few words left to be written. she had waited, against her pragmatic mind, for him to maybe say somehing to her once again when they were in derbyshire and now, when it's all out of reach, she thinks that it might have resulted in something if not for the elopement.

the elopement. she knows after wickham, there is simply no way mr darcy's feelings for her, even had they been stronger than they surely could've been after that sound rejection, could be anything other than non-existant. even statues crumble if they're made to wait, after all. and now she has sealed her fate, no sign of soulmates.

she's out in the garden (that 2005 scene). lady catherine visited her the previous day, digging at her wounds, rubbing in her helplessness in the face of her prophecy. it's before dawn and, in the absence of daylight, she does something a greater woman would never. she begs. she looks to the sky and says please.

i know it is all a little all over the place but i just think that the prophecy is so hauntingly reminiscent of lizzie.