Status Updates From Wide Sargasso Sea

It was a beautiful place—wild, untouched, above all untouched, with an alien, disturbing, secret loveliness. And it kept its secret. I'd find myself thinking, "What I see is nothing—I want what it hides—that is not nothing."

this book inspires in me such an abject feeling of dread like there is not a single living soul in the whole world

you know i think i am starting to understand why this book is read so ubiquitously in british schools and also hardly ever talked about outside of that context

Rochester, hijo de puta, no puedo odiarte más. No me importa que otros te quieran entender por tus Daddy Issues, a mi no me das ni un poco de lastima. Conchudo de mierda! >:(