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âIâm thinking of leaving this place. I want to meet new people and have new experiences. Surely thereâll be some bad stuff mixed in, but I want to see the world.â
Sometimes a family is a 16 year old runaway fugitive, a weather-controlling girl, and a playboy elementary schooler.
Your Name was about finding love in destiny...
âI came to see you. It wasnât easy because you were so far away.â
Weathering with You was about fighting destiny for love...
âWho cares if we don't see the sun shine ever again? I want you more than any blue sky."
tenki no ko (2019) //Â (insp)
âMen have had every advantage of us in telling their own story. Education has been theirs in so much higher a degree; the pen has been in their hands.â
-Jane Austen, Persuasion, throwing down some fucking truth about women in literature (and the lack thereof)
It is said that Jane Austen lived a quiet life. Only a few of her manuscripts remain in existence after the majority of it was either burned or heavily edited by her beloved and close sister, Cassandra, shortly before the latter died. As a result, Jane Austen has become somewhat of a mystery. She lived and died over 200 years ago. There is nobody who lives today who knew her. What we do know that she was a woman of stature, humor and keen intelligence. We know that she knew quite a lot about love without being married at all, and that she gave us quite a few yet very much loved characters, novels and yes, life lessons too.  Â
Jane Austen was born on December 16, 1775, the 7th of eight children of a clergyman in a country village in Hampshire, England. Jane was very close to her older sister, Cassandra, who remained her faithful editor and critic throughout her life. The girls had five years of public schooling, then studied with their father. Jane read voraciously and began writing stories as early as age 12, completing a novella at age 14.(!!!)Â
Janeâs happy, quiet world was disrupted when her parents suddenly decided to retire to Bath in 1801. Jane hated the resort town and found herself without the time or peace and quiet required to write. Instead, she amused herself by making close observations of ridiculous society manners, which we love and know so well in her novels. After her fatherâs sudden death in 1805, Jane her mother and sister lived an insecure life. They had to move around quite a lot, and to live in rented houses, which led them to share home with one of Janeâs bother - Frank, and his new wife until 1808, when another brother, Edward, provided them a permanent home at Chawton cottage, back in Hampshire.
Jane, surprisingly enough, concealed her writing from most of her acquaintances, slipping her paper under a blotter when someone entered the room. Though she avoided society, she was considered charming, intelligent and funny. She had several admirers. She accepted the marriage proposal of a well-off friend of her familyâs, but the next day withdrew her acceptance, having decided she could only marry for love. She published several novels including  Pride and Prejudice (1813), Mansfield Park (1814) and Emma (1815.) She died at age 42, of what may have been Addisonâs disease. Over 200 years after her death, she is one of the handful of authors to have found enduring popularity and a warm piece of every readerâs heart worldwide. (including such a warm piece of mine.)
Jane Austen, 16 December 1775 - 18 July 1817. Â
Above: Watercolor of Jane Austen by her sister, Cassandra, 1804.Â
âAnd all the lives we ever lived and all the lives to be are full of trees and changing leaves.â
â Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse
Happiness is in the quiet, ordinary things. A table, a chair, a book with a paper-knife stuck between the pages. And the petal falling from the rose, and the light flickering as we sit silent.
Virginia Woolf, The Waves.
Jane Austenâs work is very feminist and it irks me to no end when people say that âshe was just another conformist romance writerâ becuase no. She was a female writer getting published by men, being read by men, the success of her writing was dependent on men. And she was still able to critique society and write from a female perspective. She was also NOT just âanother romance writerâ, she was a satirist who used her writing to satirize the problems she saw in society. She was writing feminist works in a time where it had to be subtext in order to get published, and she managed to make it the most obviously thinly veiled subtext ever written.
Like i KNOW pride and prejudice is the fan favorite, and everyone loves certified awkward dumbass mr.darcy but you have to give some credit to captain frederick wentworth who literally just, ignores the lady hes madly in love with while simultaneously writing her a letter telling her how much he loves her while theyre both in the same god damn room, and THEN he leaves but comes back like haha oopsie forgot my gloves :) shoves the letter in her hands and runs out the door, what a guy
Jane Austen: *creates Mr Darcy, Mr Knightley, Captain Wentworth and Mr Tilney*
Me:
âI love the ground under his feet, and the air over his head, and everything he touches, and every word he says. I love all his looks, and all his actions, and him entirely and altogether.â
âEmily BrontĂŤ, Wuthering Heights
âShe let herself drift along the meanders of melancholy, her ear attuned to the music of harps echoing over lakes, to all the songs of dying swans, to all the falling leaves,â
â Gustave Flaubert, from âMadame Bovary,â published c. October 1856
pirates really had it going on man...... high waisted skinny jean lookin ass pants........ loose fitting and often deep cut shirts........ tall boots.... the belts.... swords....... long hair a lot.......... where did it all go........