Wuthering Heights

‘May she wake in torment!’ he cried, with frightful vehemence, stamping his foot, and groaning in a sudden paroxysm of ungovernable passion. ‘Why, she’s a liar to the end! Where is she? Not there - not in heaven - not perished - where? Oh! you said you cared nothing for my sufferings! And I pray one prayer - I repeat it till my tongue stiffens - Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living; you said I killed you - haunt me, then! The murdered do haunt their murderers, I believe. I know that ghosts have wandered on earth. Be with me always - take any form - drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!’ Heathcliff, Wutheing Heights

Há quem lhe chame amor violento e obsessivo, amor louco, afinal estamos a falar de personagens cruéis e quase desumanas. Eu digo: vão todos à merda porque é esse amor obsessivo, louco, compulsivo e doente que eles têm um pelo outro que os redime.

E se não for assim comigo, não quero amor nenhum.

This is to a boy who got into my head
With all the pretty things he did
Hey, you know you keep me up in bed?

This is to a boy who got into my head
With all these fucked up things I did
Hey, maybe, baby you could keep me up in bed.

Do you know I miss you?

Odeio apaixonar-me por personagens fictícias...(3)

«I’m not entirely sure how that shit happened, but it was a safe bet that it was bad fucking news. I was even more fucked than I thought, which in turn was because I wasn’t getting fucked, but wait, wasn’t that how I was going to win the bet? Which, consequently meant that not getting fucked was a good thing, except I was reasonably sure I had never wanted to get fucked more, but only in the literal way, not the figurative way because that sort of fucking meant walking, which is just the sort of fuckery I didn’t need and I’m not sure that I even cared at that point because I was fucking confused and I’m pretty sure I just said the word fuckery, which isn’t a word at all, and if we’re going with stupid shit like “fuckery”, then I am immersed in a sea of jackassery, and I’m pretty sure it’s all my fault. FUCK.»

No one will ever hurt her like he did

Ela diz que acabou. Ela não quer estar ali no futuro.
Ela está cansada. Ele está nú.
Ela sai. Não suporta vê-lo tremer.

Ela trá-lo para casa porque tem em medo de descobrir que está sozinha.
Ele dorme no sofá da sala de estar.

Eles não têm muito espaço para amar.

Let me Sign

Let Me Sign - Rob Pattinson

Web – Insensitive Asshole Douche Bag – On Campus

Damn you, WoC! Damn you to hell!

Odeio apaixonar-me por personagens fictícias...(2)

There was another manner to get her to stop but it was against my very
being to do it: to plead. Like many other things I had thought that defined
others as being weak, such as wanting to protect somebody, was the act of
begging for something. I had never done it, and would never do it.

“Don’t do this Bella, you are being stupid,” this did not constitute as
begging; notice how there was no ‘please’ involved.