Stay Spectacular...

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[kikvhikos]

[durbervillehardy]

He made me love him without looking at me.

Charlotte Bronte, Jane Eyre

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[bellecs]

[durbervillehardy]

'But I tell you--and you may mark my words--you will come someday to a craggy pass in the channel, where the whole of life's stream will be broken up into whirl and tumult, foam and noise: either you will be dashed to atoms on crag points, or lifted up and borne on by some master-wave into a calmer current--as I am now.'

Charlotte Bronte, Jane Eyre

[lovemakesyouwonder]

[adrianivashkov]

[durbervillehardy]

Women are supposed to be very calm generally: but women feel just as men feel; they need exercise for their faculties, and field for their efforts, as much as their brothers do; they suffer from too rigid a restraint, too absolute a stagnation, precisely as men would suffer; and it is narrow-minded in their more privileged fellow-creatures to sat that they ought to confine themselves to making puddings and knitting stockings, to playing on the piano and embroidering bags. It is thoughtless to condemn them, or laugh at them, if they seek to do more or learn more than custom has pronounced necessary for their sex.

Charlotte Bronte, Jane Eyre

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indie/summer/personal

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indie/personal/summer :)

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[durbervillehardy]

It is a very strange sensation to inexperienced youth to feel itself quite alone in the world, but adrift from every connection, uncertain whether the port which it is bound can be reached, and prevented by many impediments from returning to that it has quitted. The charm of adventure sweetens that sensation, the glow of pride warms I; but then the throb of fear disturbs it; and fear with me became predominant when half an hour elapsed and still I was alone.

Charlotte Bronte, Jane Eyre

[jacobzl-deactivated20171221]

[durbervillehardy]

Sometimes I wonder whether you miss me too. But then I remember that it doesn't matter much.

How sad is that?

And I suppose I could contact you but the last time I did, and the last time we met up, it felt like I was ghost talking to another ghost. Like the real me was watching our conversation unfold, and was growing livid, and probably yelling at me, while I easily slipped out menial details, and sipped my coffee while all the blaring and painful things about us was never even touched. When you left, I re-absorbed myself again, but I felt even more hollow than a ghost. I'd like to think that it felt like the same thing. Not because I want you to feel the same emptiness from that meeting, but because I don't want to be alone, in my aloneness.

It's sad to think my life is swaying, and going without you in it, but it also doesn't feel any different either.

Explain that to me.

Anyway, I guess what I am trying to say is, that I feel like a ghost when I think about you, see a picture of you, when people mention you. And I wonder if that will ever change.

Stay Spectacular....

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[fromdistrictwelve-blog]

[durbervillehardy]

My world had for some years been in Lowood: my experience had been of its rules and systems; now I remembered that the real world was wide, and that a varied field of hopes and fears, of sensations and excitements, awaited those who had courage to go forth into its expanse, to seek real knowledge of life amidst its perils.

Charlotte Bronte, Jane Eyre