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burneddownthegym · 4 months
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It does good to no woman to be flattered by her superior, who cannot possibly intend to marry her; and it is madness in all women to let a secret love kindle within them, which, if unreturned and unknown, must devour the life that feeds it; and, if discovered and responded to, must lead, ignis-fatuus-like, into miry wilds, whence there is no extrication.
— Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë
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burneddownthegym · 1 year
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Where did I leave off? At the point that I cannot imagine a situation in which life would not be a torment; that we all have been created in order to suffer, and that we all know this and try to invent means of deceiving ourselves. But when you see the truth, what are you to do?
– Anna Karenina by Lev Tolstoy
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burneddownthegym · 1 year
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At this hour, in this house, eighteen months since, had this man at my side bent before me, looked into my face and eyes, and arbitered my destiny. This very evening he had again stooped, gazed, and decreed. How different the look–how far otherwise the fate!
He deemed me born under his star: he seemed to have spread over me its beam like a banner. Once–unknown, and unloved, I held him harsh and strange; the low stature, the wiry make, the angles, the darkness, the manner, displeased me. Now, penetrated with his influence, and living by his affection, having his worth by intellect, and his goodness by heart–I preferred him before all humanity.
– Villette by Charlotte Brontë
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burneddownthegym · 1 year
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burneddownthegym · 1 year
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I just, I don’t see why it’s so important to you that we work together. I mean, we’re already… Why do you need me for this? I don’t need you. I want you.
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burneddownthegym · 1 year
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That was nice.
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burneddownthegym · 1 year
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other people referring to jimmy and kim’s relationship
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burneddownthegym · 1 year
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I’m glad you’re alive.
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burneddownthegym · 1 year
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Scorpius is here, looking for the key to what is inside my head. Neural chips, Aurora Chair, threatening Earth, none of it works because he does not understand me. You’re the key, my Achilles. You. If he figures that out the world and all that’s in it is nothing.
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burneddownthegym · 1 year
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losing my MIND over the scene in villette where m. paul catches lucy crying over dr. john and really awkwardly sits super far away from her on the same pew and proceeds to make a series of horrific attempts to try and comfort her…… literally the buffy and spike porch scene line for line bar for bar
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burneddownthegym · 1 year
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BETTER CALL SAUL 2.02 “Cobbler”
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burneddownthegym · 1 year
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WE ARE ALIKE — THERE IS AN AFFINITY {a lucy and paul playlist}
“You are well habituated to be passed by as a shadow in Life’s sunshine: it is a new thing to see one testily lifting his hand to screen his eyes, because you tease him with an obtrusive ray.”  — Villette by Charlotte Brontë
001. manuscripts by steve smith, 002. flatlands by chealsea wolfe, 003. french exit by antlers, 004. creatures in flight by the huntress and holder and hands, 005. iodine and iron by the veil, 006. slow black river by iron and wine, 007. the other side of mt. heart attack, 008. fade into you by mazzy star, 009. stars by sam airey, 010. elegy by marissa needler, 011. putting the dog to sleep by the antlers
( L I S T E N )
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burneddownthegym · 1 year
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Heathcliff, if I were you, I’d go stretch myself over her grave, and die like a faithful dog … The world is surely not worth living in now, is it? You had distinctly impressed on me, the idea that Catherine was the whole joy of your life – I can’t imagine how you think of surviving her loss.
— Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë
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burneddownthegym · 1 year
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Oh, my childhood! I had feelings: passive as I lived, little as I spoke, cold as I looked, when I thought of past days, I could feel. About the present, it was better to be stoical; about the future – such a future as mine – to be dead. And in catalepsy and a dead trance, I studiously held the quick of my nature. 
At that time, I well remember whatever could excite – certain accidents of the weather, for instance, were almost dreaded by me, because they woke the being I was always lulling, and stirred up a craving cry I could not satisfy. One night a thunder-storm broke; a sort of hurricane shook us in our beds: the Catholics rose in panic and prayed to their saints. As for me, the tempest took hold of me with tyranny: I was roughly roused and obliged to live. I got up and dressed myself, and creeping outside the casement close by my bed, sat on its ledge, with my feet on the roof of a lower adjoining building. It was wet, it was wild, it was pitch-dark. Within the dormitory they gathered round the night-lamp in consternation, praying loud. I could not go in: too resistless was the delight of staying with the wild hour, black and full of thunder, pealing out such an ode as language never delivered to man – too terribly glorious, the spectacle of clouds, split and pierced by white and blinding bolts.
I did long, achingly, then and for four and twenty hours afterwards, for something to fetch me out of my present existence, and lead me upwards and onwards. This longing, and all of a similar kind, it was necessary to knock on the head; which I did, figuratively, after the manner of Jael to Sisera, driving a nail through their temples. Unlike Sisera, they did not die: they were but transiently stunned, and at intervals would turn on the nail with a rebellious wrench: then did the temples bleed, and the brain thrill to its core.
– Villette by Charlotte Brontë
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burneddownthegym · 2 years
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FARSCAPE 1.13 “The Flax” | 1.19 “Nerve”
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burneddownthegym · 2 years
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JOHNAERYN IN EVERY EPISODE ☆ 1.18 A Bug’s Life
Crichton, you just do what you have to do!
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burneddownthegym · 2 years
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i made this for twitter but i figured i’d post it here too. i just think this show is brilliant and wanted to create some kind of tribute for it so here we are.
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