Samala Rayn (Kafka's Version) > Recent Status Updates

oh my gosh we’re fifteen pages away 😍😭

”My pet lamb..”

COME. ON.

“Nothing - nothing, sir. I am not depressed.”

“But I affirm that you are: so much depressed that a few words would bring tears to your eyes - indeed, they are there now, shining and swimming; … Well, to-night I excuse you; but understand…I expect you to appear in the drawing-room every evening; it is my wish; don’t neglect it.. Good-night, my —“ he stopped, but his lip, and abruptly left me.

“My master’s features…were not beautiful, according to rule; but they were more than beautiful to me: they were full of an interest, an influence that quite mastered me - that took my feelings from my own power and fettered them in his. I had not intended to love him; the reader knows I wrought hard to expiate from my soul the germs of love there detected;…He made me love him without looking at me.”

The fire scene in Jane Eyre lives rent free in my head

Oh Mr. Rochester… how I see myself in Jane. If only you knew the woman you loved constantly doubts herself, because is she even worthy enough for the glance you so obviously give? Yet her mind is troubled by the glare of what “should rather be”, and she is unable to see passed the socially deemed beauty rather than the beauty of her own heart and soul…

Oh Mr. Rochester… how I see myself in Jane.

MY MOST FAVORITE PART AHHH

ITS MY FAVORITE PART I JUST GOT HOME FROM WORK TOO AJDNDNCMC

PLEASE GOD JUST LET A MAN FALL TO HIS KNEES AT MY FEET AND WEEP INTO THE FOLDS OF MY FLOWING GOWN WHILE KISSING MY HANDS AS IF THEY WERE THE HANDS OF ANGELS AND HE FEELS AS IF MY ABSENCE WAS MORE TORTUROUS THAN THE AGONY OF THE PENDULUM OF DEATH

”Do you never laugh, Miss Eyre?…”

The preface to the first understanding.

How I ache to be made to be understood and intellectually examined by a man who is equally interesting in those areas.

Mr. Rochester could order me around ANY DAY. 🧎‍♀️‍➡️🧎‍♀️‍➡️🧎‍♀️‍➡️

“Did you expect a present Miss Eyre? Are you fond of presents?” And he searched my face with eyes that I saw were dark, irate, and piercing.

“I hardly know, sir. I have little experience with them. They are generally thought pleasant things.”

“Generally thought? But what do you think?”

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“Did you expect a present Miss Eyre? Are you fond of presents?” And he is searched my face with eyes that I saw were dark, irate, and piercing.

“I hardly know, sir. I have a little experience with them. They are generally thought pleasant things.”

“Generally thought? But what do you think?

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AND SO IT BEGINS AHHH

oh Charlotte, how you know my heart.

I’m home and I’m turning 18 on Sunday, it’s time to read Jane Eyre again AHHH

Out into San Miguel I go! 🥰

Oh my heart.

”I will play you Mozart, if you like, which will only make you weep; but my Don Juan, Christine, burns; and yet he is not struck by fire from Heaven…”