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It's not just for accuracy's sake that I argue that Darcy isn't shy or painfully socially awkward, it's because it changes the story and makes it worse. Elizabeth telling Darcy to practice talking to people becomes an extrovert demanding that an introvert just get better at masking or some B.S.. But Elizabeth can in fact identify shy people and she's exceedingly nice to them:

With astonishment did Elizabeth see that her new acquaintance was at least as much embarrassed as herself. Since her being at Lambton, she had heard that Miss Darcy was exceedingly proud; but the observation of a very few minutes convinced her that she was only exceedingly shy. She found it difficult to obtain even a word from her beyond a monosyllable... her manners were perfectly unassuming and gentle. Elizabeth, who had expected to find in her as acute and unembarrassed an observer as ever Mr. Darcy had been, was much relieved by discerning such different feelings.

Georgiana’s reception of them was very civil, but attended with all that embarrassment which, though proceeding from shyness and the fear of doing wrong, would easily give to those who felt themselves inferior the belief of her being proud and reserved. Mrs. Gardiner and her niece, however, did her justice, and pitied her.

Elizabeth meets Georgiana and is like, "Nope, nothing like her brother, this girl is super shy." The descriptions are very different too, Georgiana's manners are "gentle" while Darcy's "though well bred, were not inviting". Now is Elizabeth better at reading females than men? Absolutely. But this is an Elizabeth who knows herself better and, more importantly, understands Darcy, and she is like, "Wow, these siblings are super different. One of them will just stare at me without being nervous and the other can barely talk while visiting a party of three even though she's socially superior."

Georgiana and Fitzwilliam Darcy are not the same and one of them shy.

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There are more people that acknowledge your presence than you are aware of, there are more people that care about you than you will ever realize. I have so many friends from over the years who sometimes I randomly hit up and I never realized before they told me that they actually really adore those moments that we do talk. Perhaps the cashier at the store will appreciate that you wish them a nice day, the busdriver likes that you greet them, perhaps that one stranger you held the door open for really appreciated that small gesture. Keep showing yourself to the world, you will influence more people than you will ever realize.

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If you have Spotify reblog this and tag what your number one song on your “on repeat” playlist is.

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so much love for characters who are desperately unsure whether they’re a good person, a redeemable person, a person worth saving, but are absolutely certain that they’re a grade a hottie

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Heyyy sorry I disappeared there for a minute I was tired

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It's crazy how you have to choose to be different and then once you do it's not even over - you have to choose it again and again forever and yes one day it will feel so natural you don't even notice it anymore but there is no short cut to there, just willpower and repetition

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Snake Bridge on Macclesfield Canal. location: Astbury Congleton, England

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Reminder that at the end of Persuasion, Anne says she was right to break her engagement to Wentworth and he agrees:

with regard to myself; and I must believe that I was right, [to break the engagement] much as I suffered from it, that I was perfectly right in being guided by the friend whom you will love better than you do now. To me, she was in the place of a parent [we know there is a strong respect/deference for parents in Austen's era]. Do not mistake me, however. I am not saying that she did not err in her advice. It was, perhaps, one of those cases in which advice is good or bad only as the event decides [ie: if you died like Fanny Harville or got wounded like Captain Harville, we might all think differently, hindsight is 20/20]; and for myself, I certainly never should, in any circumstance of tolerable similarity, give such advice [because I've become ROMANTIC!]. But I mean, that I was right in submitting to her, and that if I had done otherwise, I should have suffered more in continuing the engagement than I did even in giving it up, because I should have suffered in my conscience. I have now, as far as such a sentiment is allowable in human nature, nothing to reproach myself with; and if I mistake not, a strong sense of duty is no bad part of a woman's portion. [her duty to her family must be balanced against her duty to her husband]"

And then Wentworth shifts the blame to himself:

"Good God!" he cried, "you would! It is not that I did not think of it, or desire it, as what could alone crown all my other success; but I was proud, too proud to ask again. I did not understand you. I shut my eyes, and would not understand you, or do you justice. This is a recollection which ought to make me forgive every one sooner than myself. Six years of separation and suffering might have been spared. It is a sort of pain, too, which is new to me. I have been used to the gratification of believing myself to earn every blessing that I enjoyed. I have valued myself on honourable toils and just rewards. Like other great men under reverses," he added, with a smile. "I must endeavour to subdue my mind to my fortune. I must learn to brook being happier than I deserve."

They both perhaps were at fault (I wish we knew exactly what Anne said when they broke up), but it was the right decision.

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Beware the beast

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modern au crows

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Listen up!

You see a post like this? Where OP might hurt/kill themselves? You hit that button that I circled

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Fill in the rest of it, and hit submit. The "content you reported" will fill itself in

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This could SAVE SOMEONE'S LIFE.

YOU HAVE NO EXCUSE NOT TO REBLOG THIS.

I DON'T GIVE A FUCK IF IT DOESN'T GO WITH YOUR BLOG'S THEME.

And yes, REBLOG. Liking does no shit at all. This isn't ig.

You reblog, people see it. You don't, people don't see it. This shit's that simple.

This could save someone's life. It's not a joke.

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Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in The Diary of Anaïs Nin Volume 1 1931-1934

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Even if something is left undone, everyone must take time to sit still and watch the leaves turn. ~ Elizabeth Lawrence

~ Art 'Peaceful Place' by Olga Knezevic

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- love in the mundane

warsh_tippy and zelda- whatever, dad/ minari/ new years day- taylor swift/ @death-born-aphrodite/ stay, stay, stay- taylor swift/ everything, everywhere, all at once/ i will- mitski/ @death-born-aphrodite/ fleabag/ sweet nothing- taylor swift

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okay but "would i were a man, i would eat his heart in the marketplace" is like. The Line of the play. it's beatrice's anger and frustration and, most importantly, her complete lack of power as a woman. her best friend and cousin was humiliated, abused, and left for dead, and there is nothing that she can do, because, even if she's allowed to make fun of the men when people find it funny, she ultimately has no power as a woman. and no one understands, no one believes her, no one gets the absolute rage that she feels on behalf of hero. to the men it's all a game. and it's this line that makes benedick understand. after that line, he goes from refusing to hurt claudio to promising to fight him, because he understands. he sees when no one else does that beatrice has no power. and he agrees to fight his friend, not because he wants to, but because he sees that she can't.

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I feel like a big part of enjoying life is being able to get excited over the truly small things, like having a fruit you like, wearing your fave socks, the smell of rain or the way light comes through your window.

When my anxiety got very severe last year, the thing that made life worth it was those tiny little things, which became tremendously important when I wasn’t well enough to really do anything or go anywhere for a year. A brown egg, some cute stickers, a wildflower my neighbour brought me on the way home from a party, seeing the weather change every day, watching the birds from my window… It’s happiness in miniature, and deserves some attention.

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modern au! kaz braids inej's hair in the morning