but weren't we dying anyway?

you can stay indoors all day when the sun is out, and sometimes it's nice like a cool draught from a tranquil spring, but watch out because if you stay indoors for two days in a row while the sun is out you start doing odd gothic literature things, stalking the halls and passages and muttering to yourself and parting the blinds to gaze down at your neighbours with a haunted look before turning away to contemplate your mannequins #yourmannequins. three days and you're basically fucked. you have to throw a towel over your head to scurry as far as the store for milk and people jeer at you like frankenstein's monster.

i dont know if anyone cares but ive seen wuthering heights referred to as “ip” about a zillion times in any number of the maddeningly superficial popular critiques of the horrendous-looking 2026 film and i think it does actually matter, because people seem to want to say something about transformative work and interpretation, that wuthering heights (the novel) is, in fact, public domain. it’s public domain. it was written by emily brontë but is not anyone’s intellectual property - no, not even fennel or robbie. you can do anything you want with the novel wuthering heights forever. you can name anything cathy or heathcliff. because it’s public domain. that means that even though a new major film release may miss the point, the story is not under lock and key (no matter how much its latest creators would prefer to be its landlords for eternity - how much like wuthering heights the story of copyright is after all………).

the problem with musicians is how they're always touring their latest album instead of like their critically hated second album from 2009 which is the one i'm obsessed with

from the bottom of my heart, i am tired of everyone trying to sell me something