and miles to go before i sleep

20+, she/her; sideblog but main in practice, follows with: @eleancrvances1

[eleancrvances]

She could neither conform, nor be happy in her unconformity. This she saw clearly now, and with cold anger at all the past futile effort. What a waste! How pathetically she had struggled in those first months and with what small success. A lack somewhere. Always she had considered it a lack of understanding on the part of the community, but in her present new revolt she realized that the fault had been partly hers. A lack of acquiescence. She hadn’t really wanted to be made over.

― Nella Larsen, Quicksand

[catilinas]

more benches in museums

the benches need to have backs!

[eleancrvances]

Frankly the question came to this: what was the matter with her? Was there, without her knowing it, some peculiar lack in her? Absurd. But she began to have a feeling of discouragement and hopelessness. Why couldn't she be happy, content, somewhere Other people managed, somehow, to be. To put it plainly, didn't she know how? Was she incapable of it?

― Nella Larsen, Quicksand

[cinematicjourney]

Bluebeard's Castle (1963) | dir. Michael Powell

[lasarusbird]

Carmilla:

Heathcliff:

[angstics]

I had hardly ever seen a handsome youth; never in my life spoken to one. I had a theoretical reverence and homage for beauty, elegance, gallantry, fascination; but had I met those qualities incarnate in masculine shape, I should have known instinctively that they neither had nor could have sympathy with anything in me, and should have shunned them as one would fire, lightning, or anything else that is bright but antipathetic.

Jane Eyre, Charlotte Bronte

[angstics]

And was Mr. Rochester now ugly in my eyes? No, reader: gratitude, and many associations, all pleasurable and genial, made his face the object I best liked to see; his presence in a room was more cheering than the brightest fire.

[angstics]

Strange energy was in his voice, strange fire in his look.

[frankwildhorn]

Visit Original Link

i had some new plugins and a bit of wine last night

[rustycottoncandy]

Hi :D I'll turn this into a cooler illustration when I'm back home and can use my graphic tablet again

[eleancrvances]

Almost she wished she could die. Not quite. It wasn’t that she was afraid of death, which had, she thought, its picturesque aspects. It was rather that she knew she would not die. And death, after the debacle, would but intensify its absurdity. Also, it would reduce her, Helga Crane, to unimportance, to nothingness. Even in her unhappy present state, that did not appeal to her.

― Nella Larsen, Quicksand

[claumandscathedral]

Delainey Hayles on what shes learned about claudia:

“Audiences love multi-faceted characters but when they talk about claudia, they talk about how angry she is all the time, do not reduce her to that (…) shes’s actually full of love and extremely delicate”

[epifaniacintilante]

‘She abandoned them under a delusion,’ he answered; ‘picturing in me a hero of romance, and expecting unlimited indulgences from my chivalrous devotion. I can hardly regard her in the light of a rational creature, so obstinately has she persisted in forming a fabulous notion of my character and acting on the false impressions she cherished'

Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

[sadleslnk]

SADIE SINK AS JULIET CAPULET

first look at sadie sink and noah jupe in romeo and juliet on the west end, london (via whatsonstage)

[agoodhandwriting]

Mary Robinson’s racist description of Heathcliff in the first ever biography of Emily Bronte from 1883.

[liones-s]

one of the most boring lessons I’ve learned is that when a task feels overwhelming, you just have to start doing it. Even if you’re not sure how to do 90% of it, look for one small component that seems close and start there. Sometimes it’s reading one article on the topic, or searching one related term, or literally just googling how to do the task. Do anything other than thinking about it. The process of working on a thing inherently makes it less scary.

[kino-ani]

Letty Lynton (1932) Dir. Clarence Brown

[victoria-pedretti]

LABYRINTH (1986) dir. Jim Henson

[aquatransmissaest]

"There," John would add, "you can't touch pitch and not be mucked, lad."

Silver and Flint (Black Sails) + Psalm 42:7, KJV/excerpt from 'O Night' (Khalīl Jubrān)/from Treasure Island (RL Stevenson), Silver speaks to Hawkins