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I’ve just finished Jane Eyre.

imafraidofthebigbadwolf:

MY FEELINGS. I’m here and I just hkjefuhdsfmnbfh, so so perfect! I’m totally in love with Edward Fairfax Rochester! I ship it. I ship everything in this book. Can I ship Pilot and Carlo?

At first I was sad, then it turn out happy with Helen, then I was sad again, and again, and again, and then happy things happen. But fuck, this book was really written by Charlotte Brontë?! Sure it wasn’t Moffat?

Great. Extraordinary. Amazing. And… and…

I have to watch the movie right now. Where can I find it? Oh, and, what’s the name of this shipping? Janedward? Janward? Oh, god, there must be a fandom out there! Here I come!

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I have for the first time found what I can truly love–I have found you. You are my sympathy–my better self–my good angel–I am bound to you with a strong attachment. I think you good, gifted, lovely: a fervent, a solemn passion is conceived in my heart; it leans to you, draws you to my centre and spring of life, wrap my existence about you–and, kindling in pure, powerful flame, fuses you and me in one.
Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte (via youaretreadingonmydreams)

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The rooks cawed, and blither birds sang; but nothing was so merry or so musical as my own rejoicing heart.
Charlotte Bronte, Jane Eyre (via consistentcontradiction)

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thecomposites:

Edward Rochester, Jane Eyre, Charlotte Brontë
Mr. Rochester, his foot supported by the cushion; he was looking at Adèle and the dog: the fire shone full on his face.  I knew my traveller with his broad and jetty eyebrows; his square forehead, made squarer by the horizontal sweep of his black hair.  I recognised his decisive nose, more remarkable for character than beauty; his full nostrils, denoting, I thought, choler; his grim mouth, chin, and jaw—yes, all three were very grim, and no mistake.  His shape, now divested of cloak, I perceived harmonised in squareness with his physiognomy…My master’s colourless, olive face, square, massive brow, broad and jetty eyebrows, deep eyes, strong features, firm, grim mouth.

thecomposites:

Edward Rochester, Jane Eyre, Charlotte Brontë

Mr. Rochester, his foot supported by the cushion; he was looking at Adèle and the dog: the fire shone full on his face.  I knew my traveller with his broad and jetty eyebrows; his square forehead, made squarer by the horizontal sweep of his black hair.  I recognised his decisive nose, more remarkable for character than beauty; his full nostrils, denoting, I thought, choler; his grim mouth, chin, and jaw—yes, all three were very grim, and no mistake.  His shape, now divested of cloak, I perceived harmonised in squareness with his physiognomy…My master’s colourless, olive face, square, massive brow, broad and jetty eyebrows, deep eyes, strong features, firm, grim mouth.

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thecomposites:

Edward Rochester, Jane Eyre, Charlotte Brontë
Mr. Rochester, his foot supported by the cushion; he was looking at Adèle and the dog: the fire shone full on his face.  I knew my traveller with his broad and jetty eyebrows; his square forehead, made squarer by the horizontal sweep of his black hair.  I recognised his decisive nose, more remarkable for character than beauty; his full nostrils, denoting, I thought, choler; his grim mouth, chin, and jaw—yes, all three were very grim, and no mistake.  His shape, now divested of cloak, I perceived harmonised in squareness with his physiognomy…My master’s colourless, olive face, square, massive brow, broad and jetty eyebrows, deep eyes, strong features, firm, grim mouth.

thecomposites:

Edward Rochester, Jane Eyre, Charlotte Brontë

Mr. Rochester, his foot supported by the cushion; he was looking at Adèle and the dog: the fire shone full on his face.  I knew my traveller with his broad and jetty eyebrows; his square forehead, made squarer by the horizontal sweep of his black hair.  I recognised his decisive nose, more remarkable for character than beauty; his full nostrils, denoting, I thought, choler; his grim mouth, chin, and jaw—yes, all three were very grim, and no mistake.  His shape, now divested of cloak, I perceived harmonised in squareness with his physiognomy…My master’s colourless, olive face, square, massive brow, broad and jetty eyebrows, deep eyes, strong features, firm, grim mouth.

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rosecroix:

Hush, Hannah! I have a word to say to the woman.

rosecroix:

Hush, Hannah! I have a word to say to the woman.

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yrfndrhrt:

Consumption (9/14/11)

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An unsmiling, a searching, a meaning gaze it was.
It was verging on dusk, and the clock had already given warning of
the first time I found St. John alone after this communication.
And when the embers sank to a dull red, I undressed
hastily, tugging…

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