"I have a strange feeling with regard to you. As if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly knotted to a similar string in you. And if you were to leave I’m afraid that cord of communion would snap. And I have a notion that I’d take to bleeding inwardly. As for you, you’d forget me."
- Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre (via fauxlita)

(Source: pureblyss, via fauxlita)


You: *says something rude*
Me: *is sweet, beautiful, and taking care of animals*

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