(Let There Be) No Blank Paper
pemberley-state-of-mind:

I never saw such a woman. She would certainly be a fearsome thing to behold. 

Wright went with the Darcy he saw in his head, a vulnerable young man with big responsibilities after the death of his parents who suffers from a lack of social graces.
“He put on a suit of manhood that didn’t quite fit him, and Elizabeth teaches him how to be a man.”
(Joe Wright, Director)



Not at all how I perceive Darcy, but I do respect and even rather like this interpretation.  (This is why I love books so much!  We all bring to a character who seems set in the stone of a printed page our own vision that inevitably makes him into many different characters all at once.)

pemberley-state-of-mind:

I never saw such a woman. She would certainly be a fearsome thing to behold.
 

Wright went with the Darcy he saw in his head, a vulnerable young man with big responsibilities after the death of his parents who suffers from a lack of social graces.

“He put on a suit of manhood that didn’t quite fit him, and Elizabeth teaches him how to be a man.”

(Joe Wright, Director)

Not at all how I perceive Darcy, but I do respect and even rather like this interpretation.  (This is why I love books so much!  We all bring to a character who seems set in the stone of a printed page our own vision that inevitably makes him into many different characters all at once.)

chronicillnesscat:

When you’ve had the same constant, steady pain for so long that you’ve forgotten what it feels like not to hurt, it’s sometimes hard to tell whether someone’s asking, “Are you in pain today?” or “Are you in more pain than usual today?” 8’D

THIS.

chronicillnesscat:

When you’ve had the same constant, steady pain for so long that you’ve forgotten what it feels like not to hurt, it’s sometimes hard to tell whether someone’s asking, “Are you in pain today?” or “Are you in more pain than usual today?” 8’D

THIS.


“In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.” 
Elizabeth’s astonishment was beyond expression. She stared, coloured, doubted, and was silent. This he considered sufficient encouragement, and the avowal of all that he felt and had long felt for her immediately followed. He spoke well, but there were feelings besides those of the heart to be detailed, and he was not more eloquent on the subject of tenderness than of pride. His sense of her inferiority—of its being a degradation—of the family obstacles which judgment had always opposed to inclination, were dwelt on with a warmth which seemed due to the consequence he was wounding, but was very unlikely to recommend his suit.
In spite of her deeply-rooted dislike, she could not be insensible to the compliment of such a man’s affection, and though her intentions did not vary for an instant, she was at first sorry for the pain he was to receive; till, roused to resentment by his subsequent language, she lost all compassion in anger. She tried, however, to compose herself to answer him with patience, when he should have done. He concluded with representing to her the strength of that attachment which, in spite of all his endeavours, he had found impossible to conquer; and with expressing his hope that it would now be rewarded by her acceptance of his hand. As he said this, she could easily see that he had no doubt of a favourable answer. He spoke of apprehension and anxiety, but his countenance expressed real security. Such a circumstance could only exasperate farther, and when he ceased, the colour rose into her cheeks, and she said:
“In such cases as this, it is, I believe, the established mode to express a sense of obligation for the sentiments avowed, however unequally they may be returned. It is natural that obligation should be felt, and if I could feel gratitude, I would now thank you. But I cannot—I have never desired your good opinion, and you have certainly bestowed it most unwillingly. I am sorry to have occasioned pain to any one. It has been most unconsciously done, however, and I hope will be of short duration. The feelings which, you tell me, have long prevented the acknowledgment of your regard, can have little difficulty in overcoming it after this explanation.”
(Jane Austen,”Pride and prejudice”, Chapter 34)


I still don’t understand how they got that *points at screenshot from movie* from this *points at perfect, unadulterated text from book.*  That’s all.

“In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.”

Elizabeth’s astonishment was beyond expression. She stared, coloured, doubted, and was silent. This he considered sufficient encouragement, and the avowal of all that he felt and had long felt for her immediately followed. He spoke well, but there were feelings besides those of the heart to be detailed, and he was not more eloquent on the subject of tenderness than of pride. His sense of her inferiority—of its being a degradation—of the family obstacles which judgment had always opposed to inclination, were dwelt on with a warmth which seemed due to the consequence he was wounding, but was very unlikely to recommend his suit.

In spite of her deeply-rooted dislike, she could not be insensible to the compliment of such a man’s affection, and though her intentions did not vary for an instant, she was at first sorry for the pain he was to receive; till, roused to resentment by his subsequent language, she lost all compassion in anger. She tried, however, to compose herself to answer him with patience, when he should have done. He concluded with representing to her the strength of that attachment which, in spite of all his endeavours, he had found impossible to conquer; and with expressing his hope that it would now be rewarded by her acceptance of his hand. As he said this, she could easily see that he had no doubt of a favourable answer. He spoke of apprehension and anxiety, but his countenance expressed real security. Such a circumstance could only exasperate farther, and when he ceased, the colour rose into her cheeks, and she said:

“In such cases as this, it is, I believe, the established mode to express a sense of obligation for the sentiments avowed, however unequally they may be returned. It is natural that obligation should be felt, and if I could feel gratitude, I would now thank you. But I cannot—I have never desired your good opinion, and you have certainly bestowed it most unwillingly. I am sorry to have occasioned pain to any one. It has been most unconsciously done, however, and I hope will be of short duration. The feelings which, you tell me, have long prevented the acknowledgment of your regard, can have little difficulty in overcoming it after this explanation.”

(Jane Austen,”Pride and prejudice”, Chapter 34)

I still don’t understand how they got that *points at screenshot from movie* from this *points at perfect, unadulterated text from book.*  That’s all.


“When they’re in the kitchen, they’re dying ribbons with beetroot juice. I didn’t put that in, but it’s brilliant. They had to be making do. Again, a nice touch from my production designer, Sarah Greenwood. She´s my closest collaborator. We started in television together, and she’s just brilliant. She’s the one that comes up with ideas like the beetroot. When I don’t know what to do about a scene, she’ll come out with things like the beetroot.”

You know, much as I DIDN’T love this adaptation, I DO enjoy all the little historical bits and bobs they included.  It would be so interesting to do history lessons based on all these period movies and these little moments that mostly go unnoticed.

“When they’re in the kitchen, they’re dying ribbons with beetroot juice. I didn’t put that in, but it’s brilliant. They had to be making do. Again, a nice touch from my production designer, Sarah Greenwood. She´s my closest collaborator. We started in television together, and she’s just brilliant. She’s the one that comes up with ideas like the beetroot. When I don’t know what to do about a scene, she’ll come out with things like the beetroot.”

You know, much as I DIDN’T love this adaptation, I DO enjoy all the little historical bits and bobs they included.  It would be so interesting to do history lessons based on all these period movies and these little moments that mostly go unnoticed.

I love cut-out art/negative space used like this.

I love cut-out art/negative space used like this.

chronicillnesscat:

I hate when people who have never suffered from migraines before assume they are the same as headaches.

Ironically, my frustration is the exact opposite: I’m sick of people assuming I suffer migraines.  I have a chronic headache that never goes away and has no apparent cause, on which no medication has ever worked. It in no way acts the way I’ve read migraine headaches act, and the constant struggle to explain this and convince others this is NOT a migraine is both exhausting and frustrating.  I’m sick of nodding along when well-meaning acquaintances tick off an endless list of suggestions they use to help with their migraines, and I’m sick of all my doctors insisting I try pill after pill meant to relieve or help prevent migraines. 
Sometimes I feel like my doctors treat migraines like that stereotypical perfect-older-sibling that everyone notices and tries to cater to, while my awkward and inexplicable headache seems to be the invisible middle child that nobody ever notices.  I know it’s just because migraines are more common (and therefore easier to try and treat) than my… whatever it is.
That doesn’t make it any less frustrating.

chronicillnesscat:

I hate when people who have never suffered from migraines before assume they are the same as headaches.

Ironically, my frustration is the exact opposite: I’m sick of people assuming I suffer migraines.  I have a chronic headache that never goes away and has no apparent cause, on which no medication has ever worked. It in no way acts the way I’ve read migraine headaches act, and the constant struggle to explain this and convince others this is NOT a migraine is both exhausting and frustrating.  I’m sick of nodding along when well-meaning acquaintances tick off an endless list of suggestions they use to help with their migraines, and I’m sick of all my doctors insisting I try pill after pill meant to relieve or help prevent migraines. 

Sometimes I feel like my doctors treat migraines like that stereotypical perfect-older-sibling that everyone notices and tries to cater to, while my awkward and inexplicable headache seems to be the invisible middle child that nobody ever notices.  I know it’s just because migraines are more common (and therefore easier to try and treat) than my… whatever it is.

That doesn’t make it any less frustrating.

ladyhippie:

butidontfeelstronger:

it’s always a toss up. do i *really* want to do this today? do i have something to do tomorrow that i need to get done, or can i put it off an extra day if i can’t move from this activity? 
annoying.

Can I just, like, hand these out as business cards to my mother and my professors and my friends?

I constantly fear that others will judge me for my bad days based on how I appear on my good days.

ladyhippie:

butidontfeelstronger:

it’s always a toss up. do i *really* want to do this today? do i have something to do tomorrow that i need to get done, or can i put it off an extra day if i can’t move from this activity? 

annoying.

Can I just, like, hand these out as business cards to my mother and my professors and my friends?

I constantly fear that others will judge me for my bad days based on how I appear on my good days.

Honestly.  And the same goes for, “Whatever doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.”  I should be flippin’ Juggernaut by now.

Honestly.  And the same goes for, “Whatever doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.”  I should be flippin’ Juggernaut by now.

eatsleepdraw:

dear eatsleepdrawers, i hope you enjoy my new painting :)
you can follow me on tumblr
or like my facebook page!
take care!
love,
jazz

This is kind of how I feel sometimes - like my Headache is pulling all the strings.

eatsleepdraw:

dear eatsleepdrawers, i hope you enjoy my new painting :)

you can follow me on tumblr

or like my facebook page!

take care!

love,

jazz

This is kind of how I feel sometimes - like my Headache is pulling all the strings.