oh look! its mr. darcy is he not the dreamiest ever???
it is important to remember that in a whirl wind of obsessions there must always be a few constants…otherwise i would be the most retarded person ever…and even though it is arguable that i am, i beg to differ…
so through my wild admiration for famous men here and there, there will always be a handful to whom my heart will forever be attached…those in person and on screen…those who go on trips and bring you back pebbles and LV catalogs…those who spit water in your face when you’re having a nice moment…those who insist on making fun of you every chance they get…and those who jump into lakes at the back of their estate only to emerge and be seen by the one they secretly love and become completely embarrassed…
how beautiful they all are…
which then brings me to one of my most favorite conversations ever in a movie…
Marianne: Can he love her? Can the soul be really be satisfied with such polite affections? To love is to burn – to be on fire, like Juliet or Guinevere or Heloise…
Mrs. Dashwood: They made rather pathetic ends, dear.
Marianne: Pathetic? To die for love? How can you say so? What could be more glorious?
its so true…
