Getting That Kate Bush Song Stuck In My Head of the Day
Cathie Eagle is… - m4w - 43 (Prospect Heights)
My Catherine Earnshaw. He never treat you right. Let me take you to Yorkshire moors. Where we belong.
I am your Heathcliff. He always break you’re heart. Old printing press is no Wuthering Heights. Instead of ghosts love haunts our home.
There are a few literary romances that I’m pretty sure no one actually wants to resemble, and Wuthering Heights is one of them. If that’s what you want, I mean, whatever, but you’re either a masochist or an idiot.
I am also wondering why the author went to the trouble of using bad grammar but didn’t next-level it and try to write a phonetic Yorkshire accent to pay further tribute to the book.