I think one of my favorite things about Bly Manor is how, when you watch it again and again, you get to see all the ways Jamie loves Dani. She includes all the little teases about Dani being American, how bad she was at making tea, her annoying fake accent, her silly way of making awful, awful jokes to break tension, how clingy she was, and how foolish sometimes. Jamie could have left all that out, she could have let those details fall away and forgotten them after all that time in the face of Dani's Great Sacrifice, but she didn't. She includes them, because she remembers them, because she remembers Dani exactly as she was, because she loves Dani exactly as she was. She doesn't love an idea or a value or a concept or a belief. She loves Dani, in everything she was. Bly Manor is one of the greatest love stories ever told and I hope people keep on hearing and listening to it.
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no because i think about “to truly love another person is to accept that the work of loving them is worth the pain of losing them” every fucking day of my life
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To love is not to possess,
To own or imprison,
Nor to lose one's self in another.
Love is to join and separate,
To walk alone and together,
To find a laughing freedom
That lonely isolation does not permit.
It is finally to be able
To be who we really are
No longer clinging in childish dependency
Nor docilely living separate lives in silence,
It is to be perfectly one's self
And perfectly joined in permanent commitment
To another--and to one's inner self.
Love only endures when it moves like waves,
Receding and returning gently or passionately,
Or moving lovingly like the tide
In the moon's own predictable harmony,
Because finally, despite a child's scars
Or an adult's deepest wounds,
They are openly free to be
Who they really are--and always secretly were,
In the very core of their being
Where true and lasting love can alone abide.
-James Kavanaugh
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Before we were the same messy flesh, I’m sure we were the same dust.
on twin flames for my soph. happy birthday i’m glad for every lifetime we’ve spent together @vanirgo
maeve and aimee, sex education. anne sexton, a self-portrait in letters. trista mateer. strawberry blond, mitski. radio silence, alice roseman. the orange, wendy cope. a little life, hanya yanagihara. this is how you lose the time war, amal el-mohtar. mouthful of forevers, clementine von radics. the seven husbands of evelyn hugo, taylor jenkins-reid. friedrich nietzsche, from a letter to mathilde trampedach. dani & jamie, the haunting of bly manor.
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"A glimpse through an interstice caught...
Of a youth who loves me and whom I love,
Silently approaching and seating himself near, that he may hold me by the hand,
A long while amid the noises of coming and going, of drinking and oath and smutty jest,
There we two, content, happy in being together, speaking little, perhaps not a word."
Poem: A Gilmpse by Walt Whitman (1867)
Gif: @rainbowkarolina
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