very sad,very austen

watching becoming jane was simply uplifting.although i'm not as pretty as anne hathaway,i'm hoping jane herself wasn't that pretty so that i can relate to her as struggling author better.whatever the case i was actually brought to tears at one point during the movie when tom lefroy confessed his inability to live without jane despite being forcefully engaged to someone else after breaking up with her once and there was so much emotion put forth in that scene it invoked deep pains within me.when such occurrences happen i do either one of two things - cry, or write.

actually now i'm writing so that means i'm doing the second as well, not just the first.

jane refused to marry absolute toots for their money despite her family's poverty,but at the same time she was unable to bring herself to elope with tom lefroy because it would have destroyed both their families at once.in an act of sacrifice and bittersweet love,she gave him up for a lifetime of singleness whilst he got married and had children.the injustice!

but of course,she did write 6 of the english language's finest literature books.which i have also come to enjoy immensely because of her wit and fantastic sense of romance.shall i one day become jane?

but where's my tom lefroy,to begin with!!!? literary greatness begins with a single episode of tortured love,and everything else stems more or less solely from there.i've said this before - even if i were to be doomed to a lifetime of singleness like jane,where i shall write/type my fingers off to support lonely self,i at least need to fall madly in love (AND be loved in return,of course) at least once.

i think my writer's soul will be fulfilled only then.but fulfilled,indeed.