[sometimes you get so close to someone you end up on the other side of them] [you and i have begun to blur] [he’s more myself than i am. whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same] [nevermind mother, for actually he, too, is alexander] [we’re conjoined. curious whether either of us could survive separation] [he is half of my soul, as the poets say] [i’ve never known myself as well as i know myself when i’m with him] [call me by your name and i’ll call you by mine] [all i need darling is a life in your shape / all i ever wanted was a life in your shape] [i think my monster encourages your monster / i think i wanted it to] [let us not desert one another; we are an injured body] [you can see why i’m angry. that a little piece of you is in me. all i am is somehow because of you! and believe me when i say, i cannot bear that] [i wonder what i’d be, without you]

jane austen: ... and this is mrs grant, a doting elder sister who loves butter
the reader: yes good this is expected
jane austen: and this is mary crawford, and this is where i will pepper in the fact that she is mercenary
the reader: im picking up what you’re putting down, indeed
jane austen: and this is their brother, henry, who is a whore
the reader: yeah, you really weren’t subt-
jane austen: no, seriously. a whore. he fucks. he has fucked, will fuck, he does nothing but fuck.
the reader:
jane austen: a complete and utTER WHORE
jane austen: ONLY A FRENCHWOMAN CAN ENTICE HIM TO MARRIAGE
jane austen: THIS CAR CAN FIT SO MANY MISTRESSES
jane austen: A WIFE IS THE LAST PLEASURE