Neyso - Ney

Jane Austen was born in 1775, so this year marks her 250th birthday (in fact on the 16th December, but I'm doing while the weather is tolerable). So I decided to do what I've often said I would do and take a walk around the villages where she grew up (with Nevis of course - he's a big Austen fan).

According to the leaflet I had, the first church there is St Mary's, where her brother was curate (I was sure it was called something else - maybe some of the names have changed over the years, or I'm remembering wrongly. I could find out but I'm too tired right now). At the end is Deane House I'm pretty sure, home to the Harwood family in her time, so just before that would be Deane Church where her father had been rector in 1773.

Not sure those would have been there in Jane's time. But anyway, in Steventon itself, this phone box has been refurbished as a book exchange:

'Steventon's most famous resident was arguably Jane Austen'. I would say definitely. But maybe I don't know local history as much as I should. Maybe at one time this was the arts capitol of the world.

Anyway obviously there was more. Steventon Rectory where she was born was demolished, and a new rectory built later by her brother after her death. But it was getting pretty late in the afternoon by this point.

Заебали

I hate how I can never get along with her. It will not work out I shall repeat it more consistently. It didnt work out before and it never will

feeling very sane and normal rn

the tragedy of tumblr is you will inevitably meet people who you should be having a sleepover with. you should be rolling around on their floor and rummaging through their fridge and watching shitty movies with. you should be shopping with should be going out to a cafe with should be wandering through the aquarium with. people who you should be experiencing quotidian joys with... and you cannot! because they live one million miles away

I like the fact that Daphne Hardy gave the name “darkness at noon” for Koestler’s book because she was the first one who translate it to English and it also was the only one version of the book left after the original carbon copy was lost. Until 2015 when student found it in archive Daphne’s translation was reading around the world for 79 years. I think this is so beautiful. Oh, I forgot to say they were lovers

1940/2019

Как же я хочу быть гениальной. До слез

Sleepy….