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she  put  all  of  us  past  our  patience  fifty  times  &  oftener  in  a  day :  from  the  hour  she  came  downstairs  till  the  hour  she  went  to  bed,  we  had  not  a  minute's  security  that  she  wouldn't  be  in  mischief.  her  spirits  were  always  at  high-water  mark,  her  tongue  always  going— singing,  laughing,  &  plaguing  everybody  who  would  not  do  the  same. a  wild,  wicked  slip  she  was—  !   /  independent  &  selective  catherine  earnshaw  by  bianca

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im what the victorians would call a “vile, ill-tempered and thoroughly wretched little creature”

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A  REAL  EINSTEIN 

        ⋆  *  .  ‘ ~ 【           DELIGHT    DAWNS    on    previously    near    vacant    expression    –    all    interest   &&&    animation    springing    back    into    Luna    as    wind    up    doll    on    the    brink    of    return    to    its    clock    work    march.    If    for   nothing    else,    at    least    it    seemed    as    if    the    woods    offered    an    opportunity    for    shared    grounding    between    them,   &&&    she    was    nothing    if    not    pleased    to    seize    it.                                      ❛     After    you    !!    ❜             She    hops    to    attention,    arm    extending    theatrically    out    as    if    holding    the    door    open    for    Cathy   (    opposite    held    politely    to    waist,    impish    smile    alighting    entire    face   ).           】

 dirty  feet  waltz   with  a  surprising  haste.  such  F E R A L I T Y  could,  for  a  fleeting  moment,  be  mistaken  for  grace  as  long  legs  push  the  girl  into  a  cloudy  and  bright  scene.  she  moves  like  some  wild  thing  finally  escaped  from  captivity,  all jumps  and  spins.     ❛   I  DON’T  MIND  MUCH  THAT  YOU’RE  SOME  CAT-FUCKER ❜  the  vulgarity  is  spat  out  in  good  taste  with  a  laugh  that  knocks  her  onto  the  grassy  turf.     ❛   IT’S  TOO  NICE  OUT  HERE  TO  CARE  ABOUT  SILLY  THINGS  LIKE  THAT. ❜  the  implication  being  to  never  take  the  girl  inside  again.

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“Magick, in essence, is the ability to communicate to the universe what you want in an effective way, so that the universe can then respond and create what you desire.”

— Christopher Penczak The Witch’s Coin: Prosperity and Money Magick https://amzn.to/2PjKCgP

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BEARER OF BAD NEWS

❛             well       –––      you    certainly    don’t    look    old   enough    to   be   hanging    around    bars   ,      missy   .             ❜                not    that    she    particularly    cares        ;        she’s    done   worse   things    than   serve   alcohol   to   minors    in   her   time   here   .       merely    keeping    up    with    the   appearance    of    moral    standards    ,      so    usually    tucked    away    ‘neath    flowering    ribcage       &     batted    aside   with   the   flutter   of   lavender    lids   .                ❛             i    could    always    fix    something    virgin    for   you   ,     i   suppose   .            ❜            /       @vilerulent      liked    .

         berry  stained  lips  frown.  eternal  dinners  spent  with  red  wine  staining  everyone’s  teeth  only  to  arrive  in  a  new  land  &  be  denied  FREEDOM ?      her  frown  is  sure  to  turn  into  a  pout  any  minute,  so  she  immediately  turns  to  try  and   CHARM   her  way  through.       ❛   WHAT  IF  WE  STARTED  WITH  SOMETHING  VIRGIN  ❜  deep  hazels  beg  for  understanding.     ❛   I’M  NOT  NEARLY  AS  YOUNG  AS  THE  NIGHT  IS!  ❜   a  thick  accent  picks  up  her  words  &  dances  with  them,  so  that  the  tantrum  budding  underneath  sounds  FREE-SPIRITED. 

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The Village (2004) dir. by M. Night Shyamalan

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she  holds  her  cup  of  coffee  (black,  with  an  abundance  of  cardamom  flavoring)  up  to  her  lips,  but  doesn’t  drink.  it  has  rested  there  for  the  past  five  minutes.    ❛ I  THINK  THERE’S  NOTHING  WORSE  THAN  A  LIAR ❜  a  pause.  her  eyes  don’t  blink,  don’t  move,  from  the  blank  document  ahead.  it’s  unsure  whether  they’ll  cross  or  roll  back  into  her  head  first.  concentration  seems  to  take  complete  hold  of  her  once  again  until  she  slams  her  laptop  shut  with  such  vigor  it  echoes  throughout  the  shop.   ❛ AND  YOU? ❜  the  muffled  drums  from  white  earbuds  imply  she  may  not  hear  her  response. 

@sawyercide 💖’d

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listen  i  know  i  talk  a  lot  about  how  cathy  isn’t  human,  but  the  point  of  wuthering  heights  is  that  all  of  these  terrible  people  ARE  HUMAN.  they  blame  their  misfortune  or  evilness  on  some  supernatural  force,  but  they  just  fundementally  suck.   it’s  just  some  good  ol’  traditional  gothic  literature.  there’s  not  a  single  reliable  narrator  in  the  text.

  what  happened  to  cathy  is  exactly  what  happened  in  mass  exorcisms  during  the  olden  days  you  read  about.  unreated  mental  &  physical  illnesses,  combined  with  mass  hysteria  result  in  everyone  (including  the  victim - cathy in this case)  believing  they’re  possessed/a demon/supernatural.

i  only  talk  about  her  potential  supernatural  nature  to  keep  with  the  #  gothicstyle.  gotta  stay  true  to  my  source  material  babez.

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     the  flowers  nearest  to  cathy  seem  to  have  undergone  ages  of  decay,  their  petals  barely  black  crumbles.  all  others  bloom  bright,  though!  &  all  others  are  what  hazel  eyes  fixate  on.  ❛ SEE  ❜   she  begins,  sitting  crossed-leg  on  the  soil  in  a  singular  motion.  ❛ I’M  LIKE  YOU.  I  COMMAND  DOGS  &  HORSES  &  BITCHY  MAIDS!  ALL  OF  WHICH  ARE  MORE  DIFFICULT  THAN  COMMANDING  -- ❜      and  for  this  she  must  pause,  so  that  her  eyes  may  roll  deep  into  her  skull.  dirty  palms  reach  for  the  sky  in  exasperation.  ❛ ARMIES  OR  SUBJECTS  OR  WHAT  HAVE  YOU. ❜

@vairuler​ 💖’d

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like for a lil  uhhh somethin

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american arc

    catherine’s  separation  from  heathcliff  begins  to  drive  her  insane. the  moors  that  she  once  loved  now  cause  her  vision  to  blur  with  anger  and  tears!  america  calls  her  name  and  within  the  week  she  has  spent  hundreds  of  dollars,  applying  to  any  university  that  will  accept  her  piecemeal  transcript.  she  waits  not  for  edgar’s  permission.  

   she  now  attends  gonzaga  university  in  washington  state,  a  sophomore  in  half-hearted  pursuit  of  a  degree  in  art  history.  the  studio  apartment,  funded  by  her  betrothed,  is  covered  in  dying  plants.  it  houses  herself  and  her  whippet,  sacha.  she  rarely  leaves  this  apartment.  every  wall  is  crowded  with  letters,  all  addressed  to  heathcliff,  none  of  which  have  been  mailed.  

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she  put  all  of  us  past  our  patience  fifty  times  &  oftener  in  a  day :  from  the  hour  she  came  downstairs  till  the  hour  she  went  to  bed,  we  had  not  a  minute's  security  that  she  wouldn't  be  in  mischief.  her  spirits  were  always  at  high-water  mark,  her  tongue  always  going— singing,  laughing,  &  plaguing  everybody  who  would  not  do  the  same. a  wild,  wicked  slip  she  was—  !   /  independent  &  selective  catherine  earnshaw  by  bianca

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BOLD whatever applies to / attracts your muse.

brothers karamazov.   orthodox monasteries,  deep woods,   starry nights, the sound of paper being torn,  dimly lit rooms,  withered roses,  an unfinished letter,  piles of books,  the sound of shattering glass,  ticking of clocks in a silent house,  heavy wooden furniture,  the air before a storm, the smell of earth,  a crowd of people dressed in black,  distant murmurs,  emptied streets,  the fear of walking alone in dusk.

crime and punishment. coldness of the skin against a blade,  slender pale fingers & slightly shaking hands,  a red stain blooming on white fabric, lonely steps in a corridor,  the slow dripping of water,  looking out of the window into the thickening darkness,  a single dying candle on the table, listening to one’s breath & counting heartbeats,   too many stairs,  the desire to be invisible, a subtle memory of kind words.

the idiot.  classical statues,  wealth covered with dust, a dark house tainted with inherited madness,  an unsettling feeling, long walks in a park, useless chatter,  a silken ribbon forgotten on a bench, a melancholic face, an unexpected spring rain,  the joy of reading one’s favorite book, the clarity of mind after fully perceiving the world around,  looking at cloudless sky.

anna karenina. fields of crops,  flowers brought from an early morning walk,  the wind caressing a girl’s hair,   a bowl of fruit, the smell of ripe pears, the clatter of a spoon against porcelain when stirring tea, children’s laughter coming from the garden, soft sunlight & white curtains,  the sensation of velvet against skin,  pearls from a ripped necklace spilling on marble floor,  a sudden silence in a room full of people.

war and peace.   a glass of wine,  the brightness of a crystal chandelier,  white lace,  a raging snowstorm,  the sound of a door being gently closed,  the moment of holding one’s breath before walking in a ball room,  indulging in looking at a beautiful earring against light, closing one’s eyes for a moment while dancing,  the sweet smell of strawberries,  a pair of gloves left on an armchair, light scent of powder.

the master and margarita.   the chaos of a lively city,  ambient jazz in expensive restaurants,  jumping on a moving tram,  the sight of moscow from the roof of a house, yellow flowers in a vase, leaning out of the window,  shelves stacked with books,  a small tin box with old photographs,  strange shapes in the night sky,  laughing in the middle of the night on a balcony,  colorful posters for a surreptitious magician’s show floating in the wind.

eugene onegin.   a lonely mansion,  reading a book in the parlor, faint piano melody lingering in falling silence,  long evenings, passing seasons, discussing french novels of the moment,  unspoken thoughts.

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consider : ad.am bakri for heathcliff

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THE    FIVE    SENSES     /      SENTENCE    STARTERS  .

some   may   be   nsfw   and   /   or   be   triggering.   

01    :     TOUCH .

❝ i love this [ FABRIC ], it feels satisfying. ❞

❝ your touch. it leaves me breathless. ❞

❝ your touch is unlike any other. ❞

​❝ have you ever felt anything more comfortable? ❞

❝ feel this. what does it feel like to you? ❞

❝ i wanted to see what it felt like. ❞

​❝ touch it. i dare you. ❞

​❝ you felt ice cold when i touched you. ❞

​❝ you feel warm to me. ❞

​❝ i love the feel of [ FABRIC ] against my skin. ❞

​❝ i love the feel of your skin against mine. ❞

​❝ i would never touch anyone else. ❞

​❝ i love the feel of your hair between each of my fingers. ❞

​❝ don’t you dare touch me. ❞

​❝ i want to feel your lips against my own. ❞

​❝ i can feel your pulse. it jumped. ❞

​❝ let me give you a massage. ❞

❝ you feel like home to me. ❞ 

02     :      TASTE .

❝ i love the taste of you. ❞

❝ i can never forget that taste. ❞

❝ fair warning, it does have a bitter taste. ❞

​❝ no offense, you just aren’t my taste. ❞

❝ can i have a taste of that? ❞

❝ i have yearned for the taste of your lips. ❞

​❝ that tasted pretty good actually. ❞

​❝ it just left a really bad taste in my mouth so no thanks. ❞

​❝ nothing taste better than chocolate. ❞

​❝ i’ve got something you might want to taste. ❞

​❝ i will forever savor that taste. ❞

​❝ blood has such a metallic taste. ❞

​❝ my taste buds are mad at me after eating that. ❞

​❝ how’s it feel to get a taste of your own medicine? ❞

​❝ you didn’t even taste it. ❞

​❝ trust me, you’ll want to taste this. ❞

​❝ i think it has a bit of bitter sweet taste. ❞

❝ so you tasted it, did you like it? ❞

03     :      SIGHT .

❝ i see you. ❞

❝ i’ve never seen things so clearer than i do now. ❞

❝ it’s too dark, i can’t see anything. ❞

​❝ how can you see anything? it’s pitch dark. ❞

❝ i’ve looked close enough and i see you for what you are. ❞

❝ please, just look at me. ❞

​❝ stop staring at me like that. ❞

​❝ get that light out of my face. ❞

​❝ it’s so bright outside today. ❞

​❝ what’s wrong? what did you see? ❞

​❝ you’re scared, you must have saw something. ❞

​❝ what i saw, you’ll never believe me. ❞

​❝ i’ve never seen you before. ❞

​❝ have we seen one another before? ❞

​❝ you see me for what i truly am. ❞

​❝ i didn’t see anything. ❞

​❝ did you see that? ❞

❝ i can’t believe my eyes. ❞

04     :      SOUND .

❝ shhh, i just heard something. ❞

❝ did you hear that? ❞

❝ what is that sound? ❞

​❝ i missed the sound of your voice. ❞

❝ do you hear me? stay away from me. ❞

❝ i hear you, loud and clear. ❞

​❝ i’m sorry, what was that? i didn’t hear you. ❞

​❝ i’ve heard that sound before. ❞

​❝ you didn’t hear anything at all? ❞

​❝ can you hear what they’re saying? ❞

​❝ aw, i love the sound of music. ❞

​❝ i never said i could hear them. ❞

​❝ wait, hear that? something is coming. ❞

​❝ i could hear screams … ❞

​❝ i heard you all the way upstairs. ❞

​❝ you didn’t just hear that? that sound? that noise? ❞

​❝ trust me, you’re going to want to hear this. ❞

❝ please, just hear me out. ❞

05     :      SMELL .

❝ what is that smell? ❞

❝ i have missed your smell. ❞

❝ you smell nice. ❞

​❝ it’s unlike anything i’ve smelled before. ❞

❝ i smell the food cooking from here. ❞

❝ do you smell that? ❞

​❝ how are you able to smell that? ❞

​❝ no offense but it really smells. ❞

​❝ it’s starting to smell. ❞

​❝ tell me, you’ve smelled this before. ❞

​❝ i know that smell, it’s the smell of lies. ❞

​❝ i can smell you from here. ❞

​❝ are you smelling me? ❞

​❝ i missed the smell of your hair. ❞

​❝ i need to step away, get some fresh air. ❞

​❝ do you smell that? that’s the smell of freedom. ❞

​❝ i could never erase your smell. ❞

❝ i can smell the fear on you from here. ❞