Catherine Earnshaw - Tumblr Posts
Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
Wuthering Heights is one of my favorite novels. My friends don't get it but I KNOW y'all will because absolutely every character in that book sucks and it is magnificent. Not a relatable, admirable, or even decent person in the piece. One of them is written with a dialect so bizarrely transliterated you need a dictionary, a liberal arts degree and a Yorkshire upbringing to get a word of it. He talks SO MUCH. Babies are dropped. Dogs are kicked. Wives are beaten. Corpses are exhumed. An unreliable narrator every way you look. A WHOLE MESS. I live for it. I consume every page like it's 20 dollar movie popcorn and I haven't had a bite all day.
Não posso viver sem minha vida! Não posso viver sem minha alma!
O Morro dos Ventos Uivantes (1992)
hey hey imagine this
u still here? what if there was a reality where they actually communicated and then suddenly cathy just got fucken erased from cliff's life.
T^T
she has a headache...
Call me by your name and I will call you by mine, is equivalent to, he is more myself than I am, whatever our souls are made of his and mine are the same.
Let's all go cry now.
most ppl: *watch pride and prejudice (2005)* ugh that love story! the pining!! chef’s kiss!
me: *watches wuthering heights (2009)* yes yes yes you should ruin each other. kill each other. no even better drive each other utterly insane. make your love and inability to b together everyone else’s problem until they’re driven insane too. this is true love.
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.
if catherine had ever thought heathcliff was a worthy husband she’d have never have considered edgar in the first place.
i’m not saying cathy never loved heathcliff; she did, that much is true. but isabella on the other hand, stood by heathcliff until her dying day; even when he’d managed to make enemies everywhere he went, she believed that she could cure his infatuation with cathy; and is aware she risks her relationship with edgar. even if this relationship, too, is toxic, it just goes to show how much of an inferiority complex brontë weaves into the novel.
if you think about the setting and ideally the periods the brontës were writing in, surely you can understand that still people were fearful of the unknown, myths and legends, witchcraft and apparitions; it would make anyone mental.
but the fact that brontë personifies this into a piece of fiction. that’s what gets me. she openly challenges people to look at the repercussions and the consequences of toxic relationships, delirium, abuse, and chooses to be risky in her portrayals of “ghosts” and mental health issues. it’s sort of like she’s speaking directly to her audience
Catherine Earnshaw x Isabella Linton anyone?