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the attic is where i go alone & have good times in
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The Night Is Darkening Around Me, a poem by Emily Brönte
The night is darkening round me,
The wild winds coldly blow,
But a tyrant spell has bound me,
And i cannot, cannot go.
The giant trees are bending
Their bare boughs weighed with snow;
The storm is fast descending,
And yet i cannot go.
Clouds beyond clouds above me,
Wastes beyond wastes below;
But nothing drear can move me:
I will not, cannot go.
(via libraryland)
I lingered round them, under that benign sky: watched the moths fluttering among the heath and hare-bells; listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass; and wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
stumbled upon http://yeahwutheringheights.tumblr.com/ and was reminded that i have this picture.
Love is not so much a matter of romance as it is a matter of anxious concern for the wellbeing of one’s companion.
