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[Jan. 10th, 2010|05:32 pm] |
Haven't used this blasted thing for an age. Should probably start usin' it more, 'fore people start thinkin' I've dropped off th' face of th' world.
I'm sick of th' snow, though. Reminds me too much of th' Heights, and everythin' I'm missin'. |
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[Oct. 16th, 2009|04:51 pm] |
I do not understand this place. My father is from when I was a little girl, my infant brother is an adult, my other dead brother is not only an adult but something of a demon or the like, my younger sister is an adult, older than me, my stepmother has recently married Lord Brandon, my other stepmother is engaged to someone she met, my former stepmother is married to a man identical to Lord Knivert and now my mother looks to be only a few years older than me. And I am in a world where women wear very little clothing and are not chaperoned with men that wish to court them. |
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[Oct. 3rd, 2009|12:44 pm] |
Lookin' 'round th' Yorkshire moors for th' Heights didn't prove much, 'cept that it's full of a load of old ruins. Looks like Master Heathcliff never existed here.
...I dunno how that's meant to make me feel. 's not somethin' I'm used to. |
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[May. 9th, 2009|04:27 pm] |
Is it peculiar to miss a place you hated in the first place? |
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[May. 4th, 2009|02:36 am] |
I feel very peculiar, and none of my pills are helping. I may have to find something new. |
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[Apr. 14th, 2009|11:31 pm] |
'Tis a shame I'm not at th' Heights no more. Talkin' to animals like this would've made it all easier.
Not much place for an ability like this in the middle of London, even if th' animals talk about interestin' stuff. |
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[Mar. 30th, 2009|12:31 am] |
A beetle just spoke to me.
...A beetle.
It asked me not to kill it. |
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[Mar. 27th, 2009|11:14 pm] |
I just talked to my dog. He talked back.
This don't make sense. |
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[Mar. 4th, 2009|07:51 pm] |
I've been spendin' too long inside. I'm quick becomin' a city man... and Miss Cathy and Master Heathcliff'd mock me for that.
I want t' go back to th' Heights. |
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[Mar. 4th, 2009|01:58 pm] |
Today is my birthday.
I think I should like a kitten. |
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[Dec. 23rd, 2008|01:16 am] |
What devilry be this? This ain't Wuthering Heights, nor the Grange. An' Cathy, where are thee?
This ain't even the moors. Who dares drag Hareton Earnshaw out of his own home?! |
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