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*Mr. Rochester lies perpetually; manipulates Jane and gaslights her*

Jane:

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whenever i'm trying to talk myself out of buying something i don't need i always hear my old russian professor's voice echoing in my head: "WHAT??? WILL YOU DIE THE RICHEST MAN IN THE GRAVEYARD?" and then i make an unwise financial decision

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i'm literally the priest's favorite sacrificial lamb because i am so docile and sweet and i hold very still when they put the rope around my neck and i trot along so happily while they lead me to the altar and they do not even have to tie me down because i lie so very still and only bleat once or twice in my lovely lamb voice and when the knife comes down it cuts through me like butter and i offer no resistance and i bleed so prettily all over my new white wool and my guts all unspool like the most beautiful shining yarn and my eyes are animal and dumb and hold no accusation and every time i die i come right back as another little lamb because the priest loves me so so much and he always chooses me for the sacrifice every time and he always places one hand on my small and twitching nose to calm me while he lifts the knife and he doesn't do it for the other lambs only me because i'm his favorite

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IM GOING TO STAB MYSELF IN THE FOOT I JUST SENT MY ENGLISH TEACHER MY ESSAY ON HAMLET AND IT WAS STILL NAMED “the fresh prince of denmark yo holla”

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andrew garfield saying, “i hope this grief stays with me because it’s all the unexpressed love that i didn’t get to tell her” about his mothers passing is so gut wrenchingly beautiful because we rarely talk about the love we want to express but can’t, not because you’re not brave enough to say it out loud but because they’re not here to listen to it anymore. calling grief the love you never had the chance to share makes it less of a burden and more of something you want to keep and not something terrible you want to move on from. i love love how everything about grief always comes down to “what is grief if not love persevering?”

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Dorian Gray to himself:

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wanna go on orchard dates with my lover where we do a long walk, talk about nature, and pluck fresh fruits to feed each other

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KRISTEN STEWART Rolling Stone Magazine (Feb 14, 2024)

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this is how i imagine the wife of bath advising younger girls she meets

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because you've broken my heart as i have broken yours.

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next year (2025) the first twilight book will be 20 years old. I’m gonna be sick over this actually

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Draw badly. Write nonsensically. Embroider messily. Burn what you bake and cook. Get paint everywhere. Read half a book. Lose your mind for a bit. Plant things. Have faith in the process. Abandon 70 wood-carving projects. Get a kit and do some of it and never return to it. Get comfortable with sucking and losing motivation. Continue to create with reckless abandon.

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It's been another year, I have not changed. I clearly recall the moment you broke my heart. It wasn't theatrical. It was paralysing. It wasn't at all like the heartbreak descriptions in the books that i so dearly cherish. It was a silent storm. My treacherous heart sent audible pulses down the ground we were sitting on and i had the sudden realisation that the park where we were was ominously quiet. When I close my eyes i can still see the book i was carrying that day. I can still see how I ran my fingers along its white spine much like I used to along yours. Every word that you spoke that afternoon is imprinted in my head. They're like splinters of glass embedded in raw skin. But none of it hurt as much as how it ended.

You asked how i was and i replied, “fine.” i lied. i kept lying. i still lie. 

I know you'd have laughed if you had seen me with him. Soft, passionate boy opening up to ravaged bones and bruised lips. Me plucking flowers and placing them into his hair, trying desperately to convince  myself that I wasn't the monster you made me. You know i wanted to tell him that I swear I will stop bringing up your name. That i will move on. That his parched, thirsty eyes make it possible for me to believe in second chances, that I will give him my love as if it were his first drink of water. I wanted to convince him, or maybe convince myself, that since i know what it feels like to be left I will never do that to him. That our love would come without an expiration date. That our names would be stitched together in a tattoo on my inner thigh. I wanted to tell him that I swear,  I'll hold you even though I'm unsure. I wanted to apologize to him because you still made me cry and he was the one who had to dry off the tears . Because your name still sounds like bombs dropping on my roof and because i am still waiting for the war to stop.

I wanted to confess to him that when he tells me that he loves me, my ears perk up. That it was the only hope that i had. That every second that he was mine he was mending something he didn't break. I wanted to thank him for letting me speak of you again and again. I wanted to promise him that he wouldn't have to heal my scars forever.

But i never said any of that.

So i won't tell you that he couldn't love me. that i couldn't let him love me. that I could never keep him. I'm sure you will say that you already knew, that that's how will my life go.

I hope you're happy with yours though.

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Marian Brook & Larry Russell The Gilded Age Season 2

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its so scary to put yourself out there but a SINGLE message saying "hi i loved what you made it touched me in some way" makes it all worth it 10000%

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one thing about me is i'm gonna defend bella swan. every time someone starts discource about how she's a bad friend or is selfish i just wanna be like yeah! she's a teenage girl. teenagers tend to be like that. because they're teenagers. not only that but this girl who's lead a relatively uneventful life has just been exposed to a whole new world she had no idea existed and can't tell a soul about it otherwise she risks her loved ones being killed. and she's just fallen in love for the first time. and she's SEVENTEEN. but you think she's annoying and selfish because she's never fully present when she's with her friends because she's thinking about her boyfriend and his family who are literal fucking vampires and about how her life is forever changed because of it? personally i would argue that for a seventeen year old she dealt with it all incredibly well given that she wasn't able to talk to anyone about any of it at any point but okay