i could watch brokeback mountain a million times and never not cry because it’s about the passage of time which is probably the saddest scariest thing in the world. they could have built a life together but ennis was afraid and he pushed jack away and there was so much space and time between them and then it was too late. the regret and the guilt and the being forced to grieve quietly….wishing things had been different wishing you had known better wishing there was still time, more time, one last time, any time. and the last scene i mean how doesn’t it kill you. One shirt inside the other like two bodies pressed together. shirts not worn in years. lost their smell. lost their purpose. like the fabric of a memory. it was TOO LATE do you understand….he could never get back there….to the good times. To his love. time kept moving on but their love never could. do you understand

I'm pretty sure that's an owl actually

have i ever shown u people my hand sofa

I feel like Jane Austen's novels are often minimized as "cozy" and "cutesy" when actually they are defining works of English language novels and insightful, often biting social commentary. and Im tired of people reducing her to like a "cozy author" or boiling her books down to a few bland romance tropes. she refined the novel form to an art. she defined genres of literature. she continues to influence creative works all over the world now. and idk im tired it is late and I dont have all the right words for this but it is just so frustrating

the strongest bond is probably pad wings to themselves. the weakest is probably pad wings to your underwear