wizzard890:

like-what:

how morally corrupt is your 19th century love interest on a scale of “aloof rich guy who doesn’t know how to express his feelings” to “has a secret wife in the attic” and “tries to dig up your grave so he can embrace your dead body”

the thing I enjoy most about this post is that digging up a grave to embrace a dead body is only like. the eighth worst thing heathcliff ever did.

mashamorevna:

He had never thought of her as girlish, but the last trace of softness was gone. The quick brain, the strong limbs were there: fiercely, almost defiantly present, though concealed beneath her encumbering dress.  She was more feminine than she had ever been, and less.

Witch. The word drifted across his mind.  
We call such women so, because we have no other name.

– (Katherine Arden, The Bear and the Nightingale)