remshadley reblogged
Blood loss in a bathroom stall, southern girl with a scarlet drawl wave good-bye to ma and pa ‘cause… with the birds I’ll share.
remshadley reblogged
I’m tired, tired of being enclosed here. I’m wearying to escape into that glorious world, and to be always there; not seeing it dimly through tears, and yearning for it through the walls of an aching heart; but really with it, and in it.
Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights (via antigonick)