June 2011
“I had not intended to love him; the reader knows I had wrought hard to extirpate from my soul the germs of love there detected; and now, at the first renewed view of him, they spontaneously revived, great and strong! He made me love him without looking at me.”
—Jane Eyre, Charlotte Brontë (via night-gathers)
“I had not intended to love him; the reader knows I had wrought hard to extirpate from my soul the germs of love there detected; and now, at the first renewed view of him, they spontaneously revived, great and strong! He made me love him without looking at me.”
—Jane Eyre, Charlotte Brontë (via night-gathers)
“I had not intended to love him; the reader knows I had wrought hard to extirpate from my soul the germs of love there detected; and now, at the first renewed view of him, they spontaneously revived, great and strong! He made me love him without looking at me.”
—Jane Eyre, Charlotte Brontë (via night-gathers)
“I had not intended to love him; the reader knows I had wrought hard to extirpate from my soul the germs of love there detected; and now, at the first renewed view of him, they spontaneously revived, great and strong! He made me love him without looking at me.”
—Jane Eyre, Charlotte Brontë (via night-gathers)
“I had not intended to love him; the reader knows I had wrought hard to extirpate from my soul the germs of love there detected; and now, at the first renewed view of him, they spontaneously revived, great and strong! He made me love him without looking at me.”
—Jane Eyre, Charlotte Brontë (via night-gathers)
“I had not intended to love him; the reader knows I had wrought hard to extirpate from my soul the germs of love there detected; and now, at the first renewed view of him, they spontaneously revived, great and strong! He made me love him without looking at me.”
—Jane Eyre, Charlotte Brontë (via night-gathers)
Reblog if you love Meryl Streep.
… Couldn’t resist ;).
oh the notes <3
I hate that moment when you finish a series, or you finish someone's filmography, and there's just this pang of sadness because you'll never get to relive it all again for the first time, and it sucks because you hate yourself for flying through it so fast when maybe if you weren't such an insatiable asshole you could have taken your time with it and saved some for later, but it's there on your hard drive and you're the asshole who can't wait, and then it's over and you realize that your life is completely empty and futile because your existence becomes randomly defined by these things and you don't even remember how you got there and why, and everything still sucks after berating yourself for feeling sad over something so meaningless, because you realize you still finished said show/filmography and now you're bored and it means you might have to actually get out of bed.
I’m the kind of girl who is quiet in large groups or around people I don’t know; you only see the real me if we’re close. I smile and laugh a lot, especially at the most inappropriate times. I’m a hopeless romantic. I trip over air, up stairs, and over people’s feet. I am the hardest person to offend, but it is all too easy to make me feel horrible. I hate telling people about my problems; they don’t need to worry about me. I’m the one who listens to other people’s problems. I believe people should not be judged before one takes the time to get to know them, yet I am guilty of doing that exact thing. I love to think rather than talk. I’m awkward, clumsy, shy, strange… but this is me. Take it or leave it.
