best thing tumblr ever did for me is the term “rotating it in my mind”. it’s really true that sometimes you think about something real hard but you can’t tell what the thoughts are exactly. it’s revolutionary stuff, i might even say
sometimes the subject of your thoughts is just in this thing
me when i thought i was straight: I will never cook for my h*sband. I will need one who knows how to because i intend to never learn how to fry an egg.
me now, gay: I cant wait to make my wife nutritious breakfast with a perfect cream latte to bed every day and a feasty dinner as well as a sweet but healthy desert. I must learn how to make a perfect loaf of herbal bread now, so i can serve my wife her favorite garlic bread.
I kind of love that one of Jane Austen’s biggest fans was the Prince Regent (later George IV). She didn’t think very well of the nobility in general, but she motherfucking hated him, a wastrel who very flagrantly cheated on his wife.
But he loved her writing, was the first recorded purchaser of Sense and Sensibility, and kept copies of her books in all his residences. She never made enough from her writing to live on during her lifetime, so this wasn’t support she could casually toss aside. His librarian kept suggesting ideas for new books to her, which she turned down with exquisite politeness. Much to her aggravation, she found herself obliged to dedicate Emma to the man.
Local Novelist Is So Talented She Can’t Beat Royal Patron Off With A Stick
I’ve thought about it and this is so funny because a moral novelist having to civilly endure being patronized by a dissolute nobleman who loves but also totally doesn’t get her books is exactly the kind of thing that would happen in a Jane Austen novel.
“I detest the masculine point of view. I am bored by his heroism, virtue, and honour. I think the best these men can do is not talk about themselves anymore.”
