“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!... Be with me always, take any form, drive me mad, only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you!... I cannot live without my life. I cannot live without my soul.“

“I cannot look

He shall never know I love him: and that, not because he’s handsome, but because he’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made out of, his and mine are the same.

— Wuthering Heights.

actually, you said love, for you,

is larger than the usual romantic love.

it’s like a religion. it’s terrifying. no one will ever want to sleep with you. [crush, richard siken]