Common Misconception #1: I don’t love you. 

Mr Rochester to Jane Eyre:

“Because,” he said, “I sometimes have a queer feeling with regard to you — especially when you are near me, as now: it is as if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly and inextricably knotted to a similar string situated in the corresponding quarter of your little frame. And if that boisterous Channel, and two hundred miles or so of land come broad between us, I am afraid that cord of communion will be snapt; and then I’ve a nervous notion I should take to bleeding inwardly. As for you, — you’d forget me.”

thebigmanc:

Film from Graz & Vienna. 

punched the fridge, an old 1950s model, avocado green
and stocky—hadn’t worked for days—the freezer dribbling
its melted frost onto the floor, the chicken breasts
he’d pounded into cutlets rotting under two inches of water.
He’d broken the first two fingers, jammed his thumb,
cracked the knuckle above his wedding band,
and with no ice around he ran the tender mess
under the sink’s cool tap and wept;
the hand so badly swollen the doctor slipped a pair
of small metal snippers under the gold band and cut it off.
It was all coming apart—he made sure of that.
At home, his hand was wrapped tight, each finger
taped to the next for support—as if one broken thing
can be made whole by another.