Samala Rayn (The Dreamer’s Version) > Recent Status Updates

I need a sexy literature boy in tweed to grab my wrist and write his phone number on my hand plz and thank you 🙏😀

Guys I have to come out with it… im actually Jane Eyre. Yes. Its me. Please let me go back to Thornfield 😀

BBC’s Jane Eyre is my weakness

Omgosh guys can you help me pick my next book? It’s between The Tenant of Wildfell Hall or A Study in Drowning 🤭

My parents got me 18 books for my 18th birthday 🥹🥹🥹

Why Jane? Why did you become the instrument of evil to inflict pain onto whom you wholly love? But I respect you. You found yourself before you pledged your heart.

Why am I doing this to myself on my birthday, my mascara is staining my face

I’m crying again.

”I never met your likeness. Jane, you please me, and you master me - …I am influenced - conquered; and the influence is sweeter than I can express; and the conquest I undergo has a witchery beyond any triumph I can win.”

It’s my birthday!! I’m 18!!

The way I’m shaking and crying right now.

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. 🧎‍♀️‍➡️🧎‍♀️‍➡️🧎‍♀️‍➡️