Waiting For The Clouds To Come Out

I feel like I’m constantly worrying about the next part of my life without realizing that I’m right in the middle of what I used to look forward to

The feminine urge to bewitch someone body and soul

anne and wentworth are too scared to talk to each other for most of the book but that means they both pay intimate attention to each other’s body language and non-verbal cues. wentworth helping anne into the crofts’ carriage because he can tell that she’s tired but too selfless to take up the spot, anne constantly noticing whether his eyes are on her whenever they’re in the same room, wentworth removing her nephew from her back, anne intuitively moving to the spot where he was writing the letter (which he knew she would do, giving him the subtle opportunity to come back and hand her his confession). after all these years they still feel at home with each other and they don’t even recognize it until wentworth has to put this loving silence into words.

what, in your opinion, is the best onscreen kiss of all time??? not so much in a ‘this is my otp so i love their first kiss’ kind of way. as in, what’s the kiss you look at - whether it be bc of the soundtrack or the setting or the outfit choice or the leadup or the symbolism - and you think, that is a Damn good kiss?????

The OBSESSION with identity is so crazy like the view that when you do something it immediately becomes part of your identity and all the parts of you have to click together to become “person who wakes up early” or “person who reads” no you can literally just do something without restructuring your whole performance of personhood around it. I don’t know what to tell you except that you will never be able to have an entirely unfractured view of yourself or that you will be able to rationalize all the complex parts of yourself into the phrase “person who x” like you should just be doing things without performing them. Or aestheticizing them. Just try different things on and keep what works for you. Otherwise you will never learn and grow!

cursebearing hips

the feminine urge to frustrate a man